Iron – A Poem

Eiffel Tower – Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Resurrected mineral ashes into heat sown,

Oxygen-freed crucible breathless with air,

Birth the iron age, its molten element heir.

Vulcan skillfully hammers iron pillows for

His offspring’s cradle mined in Earth’s core,

Cooled in tempered fire, quenched in water.

Iron, the shining face in antiquity’s mirror,

Whose steel lineage can sharpen one other,

Whose furnace crafted from refining stone.

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspiration, sometimes writer, faith

15 thoughts on “Iron – A Poem

  1. Sublime in thought and language, flawlessly crafted and penned.

    I’m also up for choosing favourite lines. These are mine…..

    (Vulcan skillfully hammers iron pillows for

    His offspring’s cradle mined in Earth’s core,

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