Mythos Or Rocks Poem by Paul Brookes

edging towards the edge,
a deep drop distant abyss rushes towards
us will we fall, or shall we,
a moment be given, a sharp stone grace
or a granite embrace

myth say Medea killed her children
the audience looks on and the chorus sings
infamy, infamy, who will weep for us;
catharsis complete no applause.

no need for us to kill our children
but the the Greeks lived in different times.

shall we fly too near the sun
crash and burn Icarus like into the stormy sea
or fly to our meeting with the Gods.

hubris is our undoing,
we may plunge onto the rocks below
slippery and footloose in our hesitance
always on the edge but never taking the plunge.