Makeup Day Not

It's the last makeup day and I spent what time I had sweating over one (one!) line of poetry. Not even original poetry. Emphasis, meter, stressed syllables and flow are grey areas for me. So I spent two hours cobbling together nuance and cascading meanings and hoping I didn't stagger the stressed syllables the wrong way.

So have another watercolour pencil pony from NATG XI. The prompt was "Visiting where no pony has gone before". Namely, the next page on my sketchbook. I don't think the EqD staff liked my horse-eyed technicolour ponies. I don't think they're keen on my Scribbler ponies either.