Horse Race

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #540

Words:  limit, spill, string, heartbeat, finish tick, lacy,
        gate, fairy, trails, sunset, stone

Jockeys pray for their horses
to go the limit, not take
a spill, aware that nothing
is set in stone when it comes
to horse racing.  Favorites
may not be winners.  Horses
are groomed and cared for 
as if they had a fairy 
god-mother laced to their
sides on an invisible string.

Tic-tock!  It's time.  Horses
are at the gate.  They're off!
Favorite stays out ahead. A
trailing Sunset, Number 7,
moves up, auburn coat gleaming.
They are neck in neck coming
around the stretch.  People
jump up, screaming for their
horse to win.  Then, in 
a heartbeat, the race is

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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