Atychiphobia

by Ice Star

Sunnybun

sunnybun is

{sunnybun was}
grandmother's mantle picture
of the filly that used to be me
before any cutie mark
or the Sun blinded me

ocean eyes pale with the world
white roses in her mane
the taste of her fourth birthday cake on her tongue

one dazzling fire-hued stones of carnelian and ruby upon her pearl circlet
crowning her brow

like it knew the fire {her} my horn held
boasting {her} my mind and magic that was any mage's pride
while the other rested right over
my young heart, unbroken

the fluttery motion of her hoof held
up, up to her smiling mouth to catch her young laughter

is absolutely uncanny to me
even today
i know portraits take more time
or patience than i ever had
while on that day
which i can no longer recall
i was still enough to be radiance instead of razing

all clad in pale cream petticoats

every ruffle trimmed with the orange of my namesake

with her mane in waves of brilliant warmth

and ruffled sleeves as my wings

Author's Note:

Comments

[MrWolfeyes2]

Did you commission that artwork?