HYPERION THE WATCHFUL <br /> <br />Mimas averts his cyclopean eye <br />from dewy Enceladus, who weeps salt tears, <br />tended by Tethys, Dione and Rhea. <br />I think their vying fondness makes him cry. <br />Titan's self-absorbed in thick orange sky, <br />and then (heh heh) , I modestly appear. <br />I must twist to see who brings up the rear; <br />that's white Iapetus blotted black I spy. <br /> <br />I know who daubed him kitsch but I won't snitch; <br />whose cloak has spread a deep red ghostly ring: <br />You, Phoebe - our captive nomad - dark as pitch. <br />I see you flying and the dust you fling, <br />you non-conforming, counter-orbiting witch. <br />I'd visit if I could, the path you wing. <br /> <br />PHOEBE THE PROPHET <br /> <br />Hyperion, pretender, misfit, chump. <br />Look at your proud siblings, seven plump moons. <br />They're solid spheres. You're a porous buffoon. <br />Show some resilience. Don't cave. Don't slump. <br />Why, you look like Neptune's old sea sponge. <br />Is Saturn's elite commune a curse or boon? <br />You won't see me - dark as a fossilized prune. <br />You pitted potato. You shrunken lump. <br /> <br />Your siblings never turn from Saturn's gaze. <br />Why don't you skittle crabwise like the rest? <br />You tilt and spin in odd chaotic ways. <br />You show me all your sides. You're self-possessed. <br />I can't predict your turns. You dance a maze. <br />Hyperion, I'm obsessed. I love you best.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hyperion-and-phoebe-saturn-s-moons/
