Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home again.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today's prompt is Silver. Silver is a metal, I like gold better for looks, but for uses - nothing compares. So an ode to silver it is - modern, free form - versatile as silver itself.
Silver is a versatile metal:
The bane of vampires and werevolves,
the source of life for photos and X-rays,
and for vanity; mirrors and spoons.
In our banks you find coins and a bullion.
In the band aid it kills the microbes.
And it filters our water,
makes current from sunshine,
and always it pleases our eyes.
And here we have Habakuk, my grumpy gnome, shooting away at a werewolf with his old shotgun loaded with silver (he's partially modelled on Hard Haid Moe).
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Up and coming
January 27: Silver (today)
February 3: Funky
February 10: Funny
February 17: Fidgety
February 24: Fluffy
My father preferred silver to other precious metals and most of the jewellery he made was silver. I too prefer it - and love your poem.
SvarSletSilver is beautiful and useful. We do keep colloidal silver for killing germs, too.
SvarSletI like silver, it is pretty when made into jewellery and other items. Cutlery and tea/coffee pots etc. Silver trays too.
SvarSletForgot to say I like your poem.
SvarSlet