I’ve decided to treat you all to a master class in the ruination of blank verse.
THE INSURRECTION
In celebration of Denman’s glorious victory against reigning champion Kauto Star and a toiling field of also-rans in the 2008 Cheltenham Gold Cup
“…gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here”.
William Shakespeare, Henry V (Act IV, Scene III)
UNDEFEATED as a chaser
He set his foot on Prestbury Park
The match we yearned for, prayed for, begged for
Set before us, here at last
The Tank versus the reigning Champ
Denman versus Kauto Star
The pair we’d taken to our hearts –
As Arkle and the great Mill House
– Rising power to patriarch
Denman’s physique filled the eye
Hewn from granite, raw and plain
Alongside his two stable-neighbours
And the others in the line
Denman rose from fence to fence
Every leap a joy to scan
The proper horse for course and distance
While the opposition faded
One by one in their own time
Unrelenting, unremitting
At the height he strode away
The champion bobbing in his wake
Like a cork in a rough sea
At the ditch Ruby gave rein
Asking Kauto to fight back
He toiled to summon all his spirit
Stretched before us on the rack
Sam Thomas held his nerve on Denman
Gathered sinew, grace and power
As horse and rider bounded onward
Up that unforgiving hill
Brutal, beautiful, impassive
Now unleashed the horse of war
Galloped all the others senseless
Broken by the wrath unveiled
– Good horses strung out, beaten, helpless
Dizzy, drunk, to no avail
Kauto held off charging Neptune
Seven lengths behind the prize
Master racehorse trainer Nicholls claimed a glorious
One, two, three –
Ditcheat victorious
Assembly rapturous
Denman’s Gold Cup, Denman’s crown
Never greater sight, nor sound