Equestrian Sport

by Everlasting   Apr 7, 2014


Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
gallop mid-cores through a race-course,
like a centrifugal force
dashing off away from collar bones!

Watch the jumps. Hear the chorus of joy:
hoarse chants of a horsey sport,
a chariot-race of some sort;
Mouths clattering benches of teeth;
the clanking of starting stalls.

Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
jump hurdles of pain to be the first
to harness joy while serpent-tongues
gamble not money but their souls!

Written by: Lucero L.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comments

    This poem is expertly crafted and was the stand out poem for me by a good furlong...
    How it starts with the dark horse is clever, The outsider is the one we all want to win because it will have the biggest return, the whole point of gambling is to win and win big. I like how the last line is a warning, not only to those that gamble but it warns us that the horse is gambling with its life also. Throughout this write there is some clever word usage that is all very horsey. I love the 'hoarse chants' what a nice play on words. There is so much that is strong in this poem, 'benches of teeth' and 'harness joy' the use of 'clanking' and 'centrifugal'. All very powerful narrative words. Not just a poem but a great story as well. Perfection.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sylvia

    I have to agree with Meena. I can see the horse race thanks to images shown on television and with your words. You have captured the scene well. The last verse did strike a cord and it is true that the horses are gambling their souls. If they get injured they may be put to death, other injuries or illness from racing could hurt future earnings for stud fees. So of all the horses have the biggest gamble. Good job.

  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The whole write paints a picture of race horses and the people so well but its the last stanza that really stood out for me.

    Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
    jump hurdles of pain to be the first
    to harness joy while serpent-tongues
    gamble not money but their souls!

    ^^A sport for many yet for some including the horses themselves its life and death. I love this!

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