Tides in motion beneath my crust
Of water-ice and planet dust,
Heat a hidden salty ocean,
Beneath my crust tides in motion.
My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
With chemicals that new life needs,
Deep in the darkness, in the gloom,
So ripe with seeds my fertile womb.
We’re not alone, there’s quite a few,
Europa, Triton, Titan too.
We’re moons with a life-friendly zone,
There’s quite a few, we’re not alone.
In dreadful dreams I saw peril,
Aliens that are not sterile,
Importing death, disease, and screams,
I saw peril in dreadful dreams.
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
Now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
To learn if life in my womb thrives,
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
October 16, 2022
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
For information about amazing Enceladus, see: solarsystem.nasa.gov/moons/saturn-moons/enceladus/in-depth/
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