. Moon love


Moon Love

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

My first stopfs Io, letfs 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 didnft come this way

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


© Oliver Wright

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