. Planets, Gods and Weekdays Alarms are snoozed, and Monday's born. A few more snores as dreams are shorn, And sleep is corked by clanging horn; __The moon's bereft, Her silver day now dimmed and worn __By weekly theft. A remnant fire of Mars appears, Now Tuesday steers earth's working gears. Electric hums replacing spears __Of war-drunk men; Impatience pushing pioneers __To win again. Emails are tapped with flying speeds, Winged Mercury is Wednesday's seeds. Caduceus in hand, he leads __The letters sent From keyboard texts and Twitter feeds __That blow and vent. With Jupiter the giant next, It's Thursday with a hammer flexed. Expanding buildings unperplexed __To raze the small, While thunder booms when Thor is vexed __Inside his hall. But Friday has a loving hold, In arms that Venus warms from cold. A sister planet shining gold, __She sweetens heads To evening walks and sheets unrolled __On feather beds. Abundant cupboards, fridges stocked, It's Saturday, and roads are blocked With shoppers spending wages clocked, __And Saturn grins On party feasts while floors are rocked __By dancing spins. The hours have ticked to sunny ends, And Sunday's rest, to drift with friends, As bells are rung, a hymn ascends, __And folk are free; Until the working week descends, __There's time for tea. . . Isabella Bethe is a British musician and piano teacher living in London.