"The Age of Iron" by Pauwels Franck‘The Five Ages’: A Poem by Morrison Handley-Schachler The Society January 15, 2024 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments . The Five Ages Beneath rose bower and sweet cherry shade Long since have Saturn’s golden people slept And for their sins the silver race were swept Hence and in lightning-blasted clefts were laid; Next were the bronze folk in the balance weighed And wanting found and crumbled into dust; Then came the heroes. All are gone, by lust, Pride, envy, madness, rage and guile betrayed. What will become of us, the iron race, The fifth and meanest that was brought to birth? From past experience, I would have guessed Some dreadful fate will drive us from our place. Till then, I am content to walk the earth With you. Let Saturn keep his shadows blest. . . Morrison Handley-Schachler is a retired Chartered Public Finance Accountant and Lecturer in Accounting. He has a doctorate in Ancient History and has published articles on ancient Persian history, accounting history, financial crime, auditing and financial risk management. He lives in South Queensferry, on the outskirts of Edinburgh, Scotland. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 10 Responses Joseph S. Salemi January 15, 2024 A neatly constructed sonnet that flows smoothly and with no bumps. The Roman satirist Juvenal suggested that a sixth age would follow — that of lead. It would deliver us to levels of debasement inconceivable even in the worst of the Iron Age. I think we’re in the Age of Lead right now. Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler January 16, 2024 Thank you for your kind and observant comment. I fear that you and Juvenal may be right. Reply Julian D. Woodruff January 16, 2024 A vivid, elegant sonnet. I especially like “lightning-blasted clefts.” If iron: Iron types like to give themselves a kick, If not square in the ass, then in the belly. But then we all know they are none too slick: Their iron often seems a lot like jelly. If lead: The leaden race (that’s leaden, as in “dense”) Is short of many things–like common sense. Thanks. Post here again soon. Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 Thank you for your observant and poetic contribution, which I enjoyed reading. Reply Cynthia Erlandson January 16, 2024 This is a lovely idea for a poem, and beautifully composed. Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 Thank you very much, Cynthia. Reply C.B. Anderson January 17, 2024 And I can barely wait for the subsequent ages, those of, say, phosphorus and sulfur. Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 I await them with trepidation. Reply Margaret Coats January 18, 2024 Nicely done outline of the ages, Morrison, concluded by a charming couplet. The “earth” in line 13 suggests the clay that’s combined with iron in the last age–if ages are taken from the Daniel rather than Hesiod. Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 Thank you very much for your comments, Margaret. Yes, Daniel is a good extension of Hesiod’s story of the five ages. Thanks for pointing this out. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Joseph S. Salemi January 15, 2024 A neatly constructed sonnet that flows smoothly and with no bumps. The Roman satirist Juvenal suggested that a sixth age would follow — that of lead. It would deliver us to levels of debasement inconceivable even in the worst of the Iron Age. I think we’re in the Age of Lead right now. Reply
Morrison Handley-Schachler January 16, 2024 Thank you for your kind and observant comment. I fear that you and Juvenal may be right. Reply
Julian D. Woodruff January 16, 2024 A vivid, elegant sonnet. I especially like “lightning-blasted clefts.” If iron: Iron types like to give themselves a kick, If not square in the ass, then in the belly. But then we all know they are none too slick: Their iron often seems a lot like jelly. If lead: The leaden race (that’s leaden, as in “dense”) Is short of many things–like common sense. Thanks. Post here again soon. Reply
Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 Thank you for your observant and poetic contribution, which I enjoyed reading. Reply
C.B. Anderson January 17, 2024 And I can barely wait for the subsequent ages, those of, say, phosphorus and sulfur. Reply
Margaret Coats January 18, 2024 Nicely done outline of the ages, Morrison, concluded by a charming couplet. The “earth” in line 13 suggests the clay that’s combined with iron in the last age–if ages are taken from the Daniel rather than Hesiod. Reply
Morrison Handley-Schachler January 20, 2024 Thank you very much for your comments, Margaret. Yes, Daniel is a good extension of Hesiod’s story of the five ages. Thanks for pointing this out. Reply