The Spike Poem Anthology

by Zephyr Spark

Parents

When I think of dad, of mom, my mind turns to
draws a blank but turns
where it has to spin
and dizzy
alone.

Shining Armor. He’s wrapping his hoof around me.
He’s bringing me to the Hoofball Game.
He’s showing me the Power Ponies.
Twilight. She’s offering me gems. She’s
teaching me to write. She’s
kissing my scaly cheek.

He’s the coals I was tempered o’er
set ablaze with his life sparks.
She’s the smith who forged me
with love.

Comments

[Rusty136]

I love this one.