[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
Maybe Icarus wanted to fall. Maybe he wanted to graze Apollo’s light and Poseiden’s deepest sand. Maybe Icarus smiled when he felt Apollo burn his wings. Maybe Icarus laughed when he felt the wind whipped through his broken wings and the salty sea cooled the scorching wax. Maybe Icarus wanted to be free, to leave the steel cage. Maybe he was a young boy high on delight and fear, maniacal laughter leaving his lips. For who could say they had touched the edge of Apollo’s garments and seen the bottom of Poseiden’s palace…
