Thirty times or more blue Terra has swung
‘round Sol since Mariner stared down upon
this firefly of a world. From Earth
it is but a sequin “star” – hard to find
behind the fading glow of a marmalade-hued dusk
or a frosted lavender dawn – but now I rush
towards the Sun a crescent Hermes is revealed.
Before me wheels a world of wonder!
A cosmic cannonball covered in rock and dust,
its crispy-thin crust cratered and cracked,
wracked by meandering rupes, the Sun’s cruel
heat beating down on its light-drowned, pseudo-
lunar lands where no man or woman
will ever stand without fear of death by fire and flame…
But safe behind my shining shield I steal a glance
at Mercury’s scythe-sharp, sickle blade face.
No trace of detail on that rocky slice just yet;
but soon, soon that seductive slice of silvery light
will turn into a glowing orb, and as it grows
before my eyes I’ll marvel at new sights
and send their pictures back to you, waiting
in front of your flickering screens to see
what Hermes has been hiding all these years.
Have no fear, it will have been worth the wait…
© Stuart Atkinson 2008