Let's not confuse the rose gold
On her ring finger
With the gold described as red
In established greco-roman texts
No ancient impurity
Colours her earrings
The taints a good smelter
Considers then derides and rejects
Her gold is gold-copper alloy
Not too gold or red
Perfectly pink, russian gold
All the rage two centuries ago
Her smile has infinite worth
Thanks to the rose gold
Formed by mixing base metals
Heated and melted until they glow
[I read this at SciPo 2018: A meeting of Science and Poetry (https://www.st-hildas.ox.ac.uk/content/scipo-2018-meeting-science-and-poetry)]
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