Europa – a poem by Merril D. Smith


Europa spews water in prismed plumes
erupting into space.

Moon goddess, icy-faced,
she circles her bull-god, the abducting lover.

He is drawn to her, iron to her magnet,
but she keeps her distance in this ancient contrapuntal dance.

Our past, our future,
she whispers
in shadows and light
in language with the smooth smell of ever-

never and if—
just beyond understanding

she aches music,
dripping harmony into diamond showers

while we dream
of floating in a cerulean sea,

the whisper in its slipstream–
our past, our future.


*“Icy Moon of Jupiter Spews Water into Space”
Morning Edition, NPR, May 14, 2018



Merril D. Smith is an independent scholar with a Ph.D. in American History and numerous books on history and gender issues. Her poetry and stories have appeared recently in Rhythm & Bones, Vita Brevis, Streetlight Press, Ghost City, Twist in Time, and Mojave Heart Review. Her blog is at


  1. marianbeaman says:

    Brava for “Europa.” Congratulations to Merril!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. memadtwo says:

    Beautiful! A wonderful blending of news and myth.(K)

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Dale says:


    Liked by 2 people

  4. Wonderful poem, Merril! Congratulations. The footnote at the end brought it all together for me.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Susan Scott says:

    Congratulations Merril! Wonderful reflection on the then and now –

    Liked by 2 people

  6. 1WriteWay says:

    Wonderful! “she aches music” love it!

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply to 1WriteWay Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s