Bottles & Icarus

Greeks have one of the greatest collections of mythology. It was for a design project that I started reading the stories Greeks had. Out of the all the stories, I found Icarus very intriguing. For everyone who don't know Icarus, he was the don of Dedalus- a brilliant craftsman and they were sentenced to exile for their entire lives. Having no way to escape over the seas and across the land, Dedalus thought of escaping through the winds. He made two pairs of wings and glued them to their backs using wax. He gave Icarus two fair warnings: 1. Not to fly too close to the sun because the wax will melt and he will fall into the sea. 2. Not to fly close to the sea because the water will ruin the wings and he shall drown later.

It is said that Icarus got greedy of his freedom and flew higher and higher and ultimately drowned in the sea. Following a fanfiction, there is an existing theory that Icarus fell in love with the sun and wanted to be close to her. But his love costed him his life! 😶

A poetry on Icarus after he drowned in the sea and died.

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The trenches hold wild secrets,

Buried deep enough to wither,

Those bottled cries of charades,

Of a wealthy pirate and his litter.

The ship was made of dead souls,

Which wrecked down into the blue,

While hoping to mirror eternality,

Those bottles are just small clues.

The bottles must have met Icarus,

Down their way to rot,

Maybe he read those cries,

And felt a thunder drought.

They shared a common connection,

That feeling of being lost,

Its when the bottles got scattered in the perilous waves,

And Icarus was doomed at his love's cost.

They Both earned their immortality,

Blinded by a superior hue,

The cost is just their freedom,

One's sealed in the bottles and other wanders into the blue.

-Shreya Chhajed