Author Archives: icaruspoet

About icaruspoet

I live in the South East of the UK, married with two teenage kids. My profession is in IT and my non-church interests are motorbikes and classic cars. I've been a Christian for a good few years but life has not been easy. These poems are an honest expression of my walk through the Christian life. I have let them stay on a shelf too long. Hence my blog.

The Ice Maiden

She knew the names they called her.
Never to her face, but muttered and whispered.

The more waspish in the harbour called her “uncan” –
meaning “from another area”.
All the names they used reinforced that she was a stranger.
One kept at arms length.
The untrusted.

Her looks betrayed her Nordic heritage.
Long, straight blond hair hung like a curtain
in front of her face, hiding her pale blue eyes.
Not that anyone ever looked her in the face.

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Mind The Gap

We need to mind the gap between
the truth of God’s love for us and how we love ourselves.

We need to mind the gap between
what we think we are capable of and what God knows we can do.

We need to mind the gap between
thinking that others are better than us rather than acknowledging God’s unique call.

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Paradise Regained

Through one man Paradise was lost.
Through another it was regained.

As the cloak of darkness encircled the earth,
as it fell silent the rescue plan was initiated.

The one who had been there since the beginning
came down and chose our form.
Hands that had flung stars into space now
accepted all the constraints of those he had created.
Paradise is regained through him.

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The Girl at the Window

The yellow light streaming from the window drew her forward.
The warmth of the light in strong contrast to the cold and grey outside.
The grey that had become her companion, her life, her bed.
Hugging the shadows she edges forward, not wanting to be seen.

Feet that had long since lost their feeling shuffle forward.
Numb fingers stretch out.
She edges closer to the glass.
She wants to look inside but not to be seen.
To be an invisible witness.

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