The last Ekphrastic challenge prompt was this painting by Ginny Caraco, and this is one of the poems I submitted. Probably not very diplomatic but I love the beauty of horses and hate to see them abused. Horse racing is after all about making lots of money for racehorse owners and bookies.
Running in circles
Round and round the horses run,
bridled, blinkered and bit-bound mouths.
On their saddled backs perch little men
capped and caparisoned in gaudy silks,
the flow of muscle-powered grace
and beauty with whip
and the wrenching of soft mouth tissue.
Round and round
while cash piles and shifts to the din of cupidity
In the meadow that was once,
when the world was quiet green,
a shadow passes.
Ghost shapes glide and watch
from their distance of death
the children with nothing of their ancestors
but the grass beneath their hooves.