A Salute to

Jupiter‘s Moons

Those days in heavenly hay were itchy good.
Too bad about poor Io being harassed.
Europa more than most knew where she stood.
Callisto, bathing plump, herself embarrassed.
In many a field I sowed Olympian seed —
though childlessly with smooth-cheeked Ganymede.

Your lawful wife, what was it like for her?

Juno understands, but has her pride.
When gossip stings, her vengeance is severe.
She and I make sure we don’t collide.
Our deal is “free but not to interfere.”
In theory I’m the one should hold the rod.
It’s hard to be yourself when you’re a god.

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Karl Stull is a retired copywriter and editor. He began in textbook publishing and moved on to marketing. Now he writes for the love of words.