Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction

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Today I am participating in the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. You can find out about this weekly blogging challenge as well as read the stories of other participants at the link above.  We are provided with the photograph below as a prompt for our stories.

This week I try my hand at a Villanelle poem.  Please enjoy The Race.

Credit: Al Forbes of A Mixed Bag

Credit: Al Forbes of A Mixed Bag

The Race

Why do they go so fast?

Stirring up dust in the sunlight

In the stands the fans are vast

 

The race starts but it cannot last

Won’t give up place without a fight

Why do they go so fast?

 

No results assured, don’t look at the past

They speed by and fly to the right

In the stands the fans are vast

 

In this moving tableau, the cars are the cast

Racing for place with all their might

Why do they go so fast?

 

One of them is done now, its engine did blast

Look at the flames, the driver’s plight

In the stands the fans are vast

 

The race goes on, the wreckage bypassed.

The driver lives, what a glorious sight

Why do they go so fast?

In the stands the fans are vast

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6 responses

  1. Birgit says:

    This is excellent and captures the scene well. I never liked how fast they go and considering the crashes, I can see why I don’t like it.

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  2. athling2001 says:

    Interesting take. The repetitive lines of ‘fast’ and ‘vast’ cement the story.

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  3. Excellent poem. Love the way you described everything in short stansas. You captured the atmosphere perfectly.

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