Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
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
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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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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Thank you. I never had any interest I seeing a car race.
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Interesting take. The repetitive lines of ‘fast’ and ‘vast’ cement the story.
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Thank you
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Excellent poem. Love the way you described everything in short stansas. You captured the atmosphere perfectly.
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Than you
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