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 tongueone 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
Did you commission that artwork?