It seems cars are becoming a regular feature of my NaPoWriMo journey. We've already had one poem about the legendary Jaguar E-Type, so here's one about the equally majestic speed king itself.
Flight of the Veyron
A thousand horses
imprisoned in sixteen cylinders,
released at the press of a foot
on the throttle.
From the horse and cart
to a car with the face
of a big cat in a trance,
fixated on the track,
on moving in a straight line
faster than any speed warrior
has travelled before.
Hugging the tarmac,
retracting its rear spoiler
like a peacock's train
and tearing down the road
in a blur worthy of hyperspace.
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