The Impressions series is autobiographical, meditations on scenes from my life that just happened to drift by when I was close to a typewriter. This one was kickstarted by remembering this poem, while practising typing:
A poor English scan of the poem would be:
Mars looks beautiful in red,
Venus in her green silk gown,
The old moon shakes her golden feathers,
Their starry talk a lot of nonsense,
They don’t spare a thought for you,
Earth, you beautiful, neglected child,
– But cry, and in your tears
You’ll drown them all!
Typed with an Imperial Good Companion 5.