Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

Ignis Fatuus

Ignis Fatuus

The storm that owned the sky last night

Stains it still, with scattered clouds

Throwing shadows down to ground

And coating all in bruiséd light

Till every living thing around

No longer seems to gleam so bright

The muted colours of the trees

Are greys and browns and not-so-greens

Fragment-leaves flow here and there

Half-snapped branches hang like hair

And apples, smashed to smithereens

Spread red guts in liquid smears

She strides, restless, inside the grove

Worried. Checking every trunk

For breaks. Finding them broke, she grows

Cold as every hope is sunk

And slowly, loss by loss, she knows

Her fears have come to pass in droves

Slows down. Then shakes. Then starts but stops.

Tries not to cry, then cries a lot.

Stops. Attempts to dry her eyes.

Gives up, but finds that she can not:

For even though her orchard lies

In ruins, her resolve won’t die.

She can’t give up: there’s work to do

Chances left to gamble on

Hopes that still remain unsprung

She whispers soft, “Believe that’s true.

“The job’s ain't over till it’s done,

And somehow, someway, you’ll pull through.”

Author's Note:

Poem by Aquillo

Comments

[Maximilian Bonaparte]

Pretty good
I like the rhythm.

[Seven Seas]

"Gives up, but finds that she can not"

Moments like this are why I love Applejack.