Poem: ‘Ironbridge’
R.N. Allan, 1 April 1983
What great snout of ice Once nosed through this gorge I cannot imagine, but it left Sabrina narrow-waisted for men To span after their fashion.
Abraham Darby’s three hundred And eighty tons of lacy iron Make an elegant clasp now, but The names of Coalbrookdale, Coalport and Bedlam Furnaces Still catch the throat with Acrid smoke and the valley’s A museum of sad defiant mills, Like...
