And That's What Ponies Are Made Of

by canonkiller

On Pegasus Wings

I said ,
What is it that has you thinking?
And you looked at me and fluffed your wings and said,
Momma, what are ponies made of?

And it is much in the way of the parent,
To avoid such questions and their comrades
And leave it to their child to figure it out on their own;
But you had no parent,
And I would not take that place
No matter what name you called me.

So I told you,
Little fillies are treats and sweets and sugary things,
And colts are snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
But you told me that wasn't good enough,
And that you wanted the truth.
I was never one to deny you the truth.

So I told you,
Inside of you is a raging storm and a gentle sea,
And the scalding sun and the cooling moon,
And hundreds of stars to keep your heart safe;
And in your hooves are clouds waiting to touch the sky,
And in your wings burn lightning and thunder,
And your heart fills your eyes with the sky.

You asked,
But why are my eyes not blue?
The sky is blue.
And how can it be in me?

I shook my head and said;
Things are not quite like that,
And despite your confusion,
You listened.

The sky is not something that can be placed in you,
It is something that you must place in it;
When you dream, your heart watches the stars through your mind
So it knows where to fly your hopes.

When you look outside,
The sky is reflected in your eyes,
And in your eyes
Can your heart see it.

You said this was a rather logical decision,
And that maybe that was an okay thing to think.
And as I wondered how much you had grown up,
You asked why the lightning in your wings didn't hurt you.

Lightning is only dangerous when you are reckless,
I told you,
For flying during a storm is no danger if you can ride the wind.
It is the same with your wings,
They will carry you forever,
If you do not steer them wrong.
I paused,
There is also no thunder to make your ears ring,
and so there is not much chance of losing your balance at all.

You spread your little wings,
Full of potential, your teacher had said,
And said,
But I can hear thunder in my ears.

I laughed,
That is your heart, listening with you.
Hear it and keep it close, and you shall always be able to find home.
You asked me how that was possible, and I said;
Because home is where everyone's heart beats the same.

You pressed your ear to my chest,
Listened close as only a foal could do,
And waited.
Your heart does not beat the same as mine.

I nodded,
Because we haven't found home, yet.
One day, we will reach the cloud city,
And your papa will be there,
And all of our hearts will beat the same.

You sighed, your breath a cold cloud in the air, and said,
What are Pegasi supposed to be, Momma?
I wrapped my wings around you to keep you warm, and whispered,

Pegasi must be strong enough to fight the storms,
And be able to break even the most terrible hurricane into nothing;
They must be able to fly hard and fly strong,
And they must always be dark as the thunderclouds.

That must be really hard to do,
You said,
I don't feel much like that at all.
Am I a Pegasus?

I lifted your chin up with my hooves,
And spread your white wings out alongside my black,
And let you compare them
Before I began.

But Pegasi must also be gentle enough to move even the weakest of wisps,
And must be calm enough to guide the breeze with their wings;
They must be soft as summer rain,
And must always be as light as sunbeams if they want to fly.

You whispered nothing but,
Oh.
So I took your foalish form into my hooves,
And held your little heart against me,
And willed my heart to beat faster,
If only to match yours for a little while.

And you heard it match,
And you looked up at me,
Nearly crying,
And whispered,
Maybe that's what Pegasi are made of, Momma.
And for once I had to ask,
What?

You smiled and wrapped your little hooves around me,
Standing up on your hind legs on our little nest of cloud,
And you smiled through the winter's chill in your breath,
Pegasi are made of home.

Comments

[Pearple Prose]

Very poignant. Also, probably the only kind of poetry that I actually enjoy. Will keep reading.

[Dusty Sage]

Okay, this earns a fave even before I read the other two.

[Fluttersyke]

Wow, I'm not much of a poet, but I can safely say this is beautiful.

One comment/question that tripped me up for a bit:

You spread your little wings,
Full of potential, your teacher had said,
And said,
But I can hear thunder in my ears.

Should that be, And you said,?

Either way, this is really nice: heartwarming. Good job!

[Twilightsparklefairy]

So, so beautiful

[Feather-Song]

No words...