I have been doing some altered art; taking postcards and changing them for my enjoyment. adding a little myth to the picture. This one of Cool Papa Bell caught my eye at a thrift store. I could see putting a crow wing on it and the words below.








The Fall of Icarus
From a painting of
The same title
By Bruegel the Elder


Icarus fell into ordinary time.
His drama transported by wings
Overseeing the routine below.
A farmer plowing
A sheepherder herding
One walking a path.
Of this triad
One looked skyward
Maybe he heard Icarus’
Father screaming-
Another looked to his flock
A drop of wax on fleece
Possibly.

The third man saw the splash
Legs thrashing- defective wings
Anchoring the boy into the nonporous
Surf.