You can wear me like a prize,
But I will endeavour to weigh you down.
You can manipulate me to your will,
But it will not weaken my strength.
You can fashion me to have many faces,
But my substance will be eternal.
You can integrate other elements within me,
But I will indefinitely remain pure mettle.
You can scuff me and scrape me,
But I will always shine brightly.
You cannot replicate me, my making is base,
I am golden, I am made of gold.
NOVEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Jo is an academic researcher in the philosophy of Imagination. She has several jobs which include: university lecturer in philosophy, GCSE English teacher and a "jobbing" writer - writing commissions from multimillion pound international bids to annoying cliched flyers. In her spare time, she is walked by the dog, organised by the kids and validated by her husband.