Ponyville & Other Poems

by AugieDog

16 - My Darling Asleep (sonnets)

His

I wake in darkness long before the dawn
And turn to kiss my darling still asleep.
Downstairs the ovens seem to stretch a yawn,
Alive and warm with promises to keep.

I stir the doughs and batters, make them rise,
Deliver donuts, muffins, scones, eclairs,
Croissants and biscuits perfect to my eyes,
Displayed to wait for hungry ponies' stares.

The morning rush arrives, and Pinkie, too:
She takes the shop so I can tend the foals.
It's breakfast, baths, and playing peek-a-boo
Until my darling's there with luncheon bowls.

Together then till dusk replaces day—
Which means it's time for me to hit the hay.

* * * * * * * * *

Hers

I wake at noon, their laughter in my ears.
Exuberant with joy, it fills my heart
And props me up while causing any fears
My dreams had held to instantly depart.

I bring their luncheon bowls to shouts of joy,
The time we have together all too brief.
Below, the shop calls out, so we deploy
While Pinkie comes upstairs as our relief.

Each afternoon and ev'ning flashes past
With spouse and foals abed when supper ends.
Desserts go briskly till I close at last,
Preparing all the morning's proper blends.

I set the doughs and batters out to steep,
Then nestle with my darling fast asleep.

Comments

[AugieDog]

My Darling Asleep:

Is a traditional Irish jig that I can just see Mr. and Mrs. Cake dancing to. This here's a pretty good version if you'd like to give it a listen.

Mike

[HyperBlossom7]

Not bad, I like it

[TheJediMasterEd]

"...and we have a special today on Pecan Sandburgs!"

Come to think of it, Robert Frost might've written this about Pinkie, or someone very like her:

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightlest bondage made aware.

[AugieDog]

3936454

Thanks!

3936561

How have I gone:

All these seven squared years without ever knowing that Robert Frost wrote any sonnets?! I can see I have some work to do at the library tomorrow.

Mike

[sopchoppy]

Nicely done

[AugieDog]

3939605

Thanks!

And just in time for Valentine's Day, too!

Mike

[DuskAndDashie]

3944519 can you by chance make an ode poem, or maybe a limerick about Rainbow Dash

[AugieDog]

4013077

Poem #17:

Will be from Discord with Fluttershy adding a few stanzas here and there, but reading your comment made a Rainbow Dash limerick pop into my head. Said limerick also involves Twilight, though, so I might just make a series of limericks about the two of them discussing the proper use of adjectives for poem #18...

Mike

[TheJediMasterEd]

Day after day
I get up and I say
I wanna
Dot it again do it again do it again...

[DuskAndDashie]

4016196 yay I can't wait

[Luna Moonlight]

4070936
That's awesome, have you ever considered trying a English version of a Acrostic? Or other Hebrew styles?

[paintom_phan]

All I can think of is how interesting this staggered schedule is. Between the Cakes and Pinkie, the shop is manned (ponied?) almost twelve hours, and all without sacrificing either sleep or quality family time. Genius.

I bet it was Pinkie's idea. She seems to be the type to use the unorthodox 28-hour day, six-day week schedule.

[AugieDog]

4457943

'Tis the lot:

Of the small, family-owned business, I've always assumed, to find a way of balancing the "family" part with the "business" part. Fortunately, all I've gotta do is write sonnets about it rather than live it, so I've got the easy part!

Mike