skonen_blades

There's an event called A Day at the Races where poets go to the horse races and they each pick a horse name at random from each of the seven races and then use that name as a prompt for a poem. At the end of the day, we read out the 'winning' poem from each race and then whatever other poems we think turned out pretty good. It's a fun day.

This is poem 05 from race 05 and my horse's name was Klondike Gentleman.

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Klondike Gentleman

The Gold Rush brought all kinds to find
The sparkling wealth haunting their mind
The flashing pans, the earth’s hot veins,
The minerals bequeathing gains
Possession in the form of gold
An elemental wrestling hold
Led them there like compass points
Animating greedy joints
Marching them to mouths of mines
In thronging, locomotive lines
The hidden riches in the ground
Begging, pleading to be found

And each one does what each one can
Each hopeful Klondike gentleman

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