The Stars and Icarus

“The Stars and Icarus”, “Out of Order” and “An Official Removal of the Nicknames”

In Poetry Issue Five by Takáts Márk

The Stars and Icarus

The Stars and Icarus

Icarus fell in love with the stars
And he set out to take them off the sky
So they will shine only for him

He flapped his lonesome black wings
And flew upwards and upwards
The clouds blocked his way

So with a pursing motion he made with his lips
He slurped up and swallowed the clouds down into his belly
As they were God’s divine milkshake

And he flew upwards and upwards
The Sun blocked his way

So with a sucking motion he made with his mouth
He sucked on and swallowed the Sun down into his belly
As it was God’s divine anti-cough candy drop

And he flew upwards and upwards
The Moon blocked his way

So with a chewing motion he made with his teeth
He crushed it and swallowed the Moon down into his belly
As it was God’s divine white bread-dough

And he flew
Up, up, up, up

Until he reached the stars

And with a longing motion he made with his whole
He opened himself to make them his own
But there was no more place left for the stars within him

And he fell
Down, down, down, down

And as he fell
He threw up the Moon,
He threw up the Sun,
And he vomited the clouds back as well

And all order was restored to the world
For the stars would not be torn that day


Out of Order

First, God created himself
Then he created the Earth
And people to populate it with
Right in that order

And he saw that the order was just
If it wasn’t, it would’ve all fallen apart

So, after I created myself
I, then created people
And I created Earth to populate them with

And the world collapsed
Right in that order


An Official Removal of the Nicknames

Two man wonders
Sitting in the morning
If the colour of the sky is the same
As the colour of the awning

They both agree that they know
That they can’t know
What they can’t know
When they know it

Two man ponders
In the shadow of their frames
In the end, they shake hands
And remove each other’s nicknames

About the Author

Takáts Márk

I am an 19 year-old bilingual high school student from Budapest, Hungary. I’ve been writing poetry for the better half of my life, and I self-published my first volume of poetry in a release limited to 100 copies about a year ago. I’m fascinated with works of the collective conscious of humanity, so I mostly take inspiration from religion, folklore and mythology.