7 |
The Ferric Blues
By: Niels Bohr
(School of Chemistry)
Competition Year: 2017 Votes (7) | Comments (0) |
< Previous Next > |
This attraction is complex, I long for your guile
Remember the times when it was only you and I
You ran your six fingers down my axial spine
A head full of ginger and so white in the face
How stupid I was to even enter this race
More comfort you found, my periodic neighbour
What else could I do? Your love is my labour
You make the transition, I coordinate myself
Scars burnt in acid will confine me to the shelf
A bond forged from iron, an unbreakable pair
This one’s to you, Cobalt Three...
The bitch with the purple hair
A poem from iron(III) concerning EDTA’s greater affinity for cobalt.