i dance aloft on
black burnt wings
theft of fire
cast to the sky
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
words | spirit
i dance aloft on
black burnt wings
theft of fire
cast to the sky
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
sceadugenga 
See you real soon, Icarus.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can see where you got that idea, but I was actually thinking of the old Haida (NW Coastal tribe in Canada) story about Raven bringing light to the world by stealing the sun.
http://www.magma.ca/~jbremner/blog/months/RavenStealsSun.htm
That version is on par with the version I know, except for the fact in my variant, Raven was white and, as he tried to hold onto the light, it burnt him black until finally he couldn’t stand the burning and let the light go. It became the sun.
Of course, I may have heard the Tlingit (another NW tribe) variation and conflated the two light-creation myths in my meager brain.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Interesting tale. Made me think of Prometheus.
Doesn’t make sense he wouldn’t let it go, if he was giving it as a gift.
Compress to spare the brain space 😉
LikeLike