The Ferric Blues

By: Niels Bohr (School of Chemistry)
Competition Year: 2017
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Sequester my sorrows with your organic smile
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.
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