. Moon love


Moon Love

My love has gone to Jupiter
Ifll rent a ship and see her soon
Europa, Io, Ganymede
Callisto or a smaller moon

My first stopfs Io, letfs look here
Volcanos sprout on plains red hot
I scour the sulphurous hills for life
but telltale footprints there are not

Europa is my second stop
Cool down among the frosty streaks
Then plodding on the dirty ice
I call and call, but no one speaks

So on to Ganymede with haste
The largest moon, pale brown and grey
Which chilly crater is she in?
It seems she didnft come this way

Callistofs speckles beckon now
I land inside a frozen crease
At last, her shipfs in sight, I knock!
gWhat you?h she says, gLeave me in peace!h


© Oliver Wright

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