aching sky

* A bit of sci-fi what-if?, about a lone man on Ganymede, witnessing the destruction of Io by the natural forces of Jupiter * ~ I knelt amidst the mountain's rise beneath the weeping opal skies there to measure Io's swoon the envy of each lesser moon trembling like a gold doubloon (heaven's tinged and gilded prize) great Jupiter, the Lord of All filled the sky with amber pall one reddened eye to consecrate the anguish of dear Io's fate years too soon, but eons late shaking with a haggard wrawl Io, once resigned its doom yet, an orb of ravished bloom (spurned as Zeus' paramour) shuddered to its carnal core wept, to mark Europa's door the threshold to its fiery tomb I, stood lone on Ganymede minding Io's breaching bleed as fissures split its relic face a mocking veil of Guipure lace ceding ripe, its fall from grace author of such caustic screed Europa, in her jealous bend paid scant mind to Io's rend jaundiced of Callisto's bough negligent, would disavow keen to hide her withered brow skirting Jove to thus attend in their haste to swift, depart sundered Io's weary heart forces much too fierce to shun imploring mercy, gaining none confident her time was done rattled death, then broke apart as mine, the only sentient eyes attesting Io's bright demise not in want of tears to shed spirit harrowed deep with dread felt some tribute should be said but managed only muted cries it wrought such horrid irony that Io's witness fell to me a spurious and tragic fate for I, at best, was second-rate at physics AND as potentate and seemed such grand calamity and yet ... blessed was I by honor, deep that my eyes were there to weep thus, I vowed in prayer to write the awful beauty of that sight Io's death throes, bursting bright! Lord Zeus' lover ... laid to sleep. (the promise that ... I hereby keep) ( photograph of Jupiter, Io and Ganymede by Marco Lorenzi, August 25, 2020 )