Lady Icarus

Pimp My Lent/Day 4


The Prompt

From Amy Kendrick Taylor:

Don’t get your feathers in a fuss Lady Icarus

(song lyric/The O’s)

The Product

Once upon a time, he fell.

the boy she married

he fell and he fell and he fell

she warned him

tried to sway him

suggesting superglue, Bond-O

or even staples

but his father said wax

patting her hand

aesthetics the father explained

in a tone that made her grind her teeth

the smell of the wax is pleasant

he patted her head

and see how it makes the feathers lie smooth

and so she let the boy go

because that is what a good wife does read the book it says it he does whatever he wants to while she handles everything else and he sits around in his robe smoking and taking all the credit

she slammed the proverbial book shut

he said he must go

and she let him go

even though the field lay fallow

and she wasn’t strong enough for the yoke

she worried knowing that he would fall

and that she and the children would starve come winter

our minds

the father explained as he patted her rump

are on higher things

and no she could not hire someone

have another man at the house while he was up and away

because oh that’s just not done

his father said

his father his father his father his father

there was nothing to be done

so she held her tongue

she let him go

and he fell


in pieces too small to bury

she has decided

the next man

will be an orphan


About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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