Iron Fe, 26
It is in the pan we use to fry
the bacon that rouses you.
It is in the hook (and the wrench)
you pry from the fish’s mouth.
It is the nail pounded into the wall,
in the wire attached
to the painting hung above
the bed, & in the blood that travels
you, travels faster
when there is lightning, coming thunder.
It colors your world:
rust, cedar, water, needle.
& reminds you of longing
the sound of rain falling on tin.
Love like iron finds is strongest
fused and flexible
and hammered
into shape.
Elemental, poems written to the Periodic table
Elemental, by Julia Klatt Singer, is a set of poems written to the Periodic table. They are poems based on the nature and properties of the elements, and how they become a part of our lives, both lived and imagined. Like the Periodic table itself, they are about relationships, and what is triggered in the nearness of one another. Price includes shipping and handling
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Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid —
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.”
“Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
“But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all.”
Rudyard Kipling
Enjoying your new venture…. Good work.
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