Wax and Feathers (The Myth of Daedalus)
Age Rating: 18 +
Athena was your mentor,
but you fell far from her grace;
jealous of clever Talos,
she saw murder in your face.
Creator of the axe,
compass, potter’s wheel and sail;
you fled to Crete from Athens,
where inventive skills prevailed.
King Minos, son of mighty Zeus,
saw your plight and took you in,
making toys for Ariadne,
till his queen became your sin.
Umbrellas that would open
by mere touch of sly sun’s rays,
tops that spun in air like magic,
occupied those early days.
Then Pasphae’s curse from Aphrodite,
made her crave the white bull’s seed
and you shaped a hollow wooden cow,
for her to satiate her need.
The Queen conceived the Minotaur,
while Minos conceived rage -
decreed you build the Labyrinth -
confined you in the maze.
In your secret laboratory,
you plotted wax and feathered flight,
so you and dear son Icarus
could escape at first sunlight.
From Athen’s cliffs you soared aloft,
borne on the Zephyr’s breath,
but Icarus flew too near old Sol
and melted to his death.