Post by idris on Apr 14, 2015 8:38:23 GMT
Pony Poets,
“When the tide goes out, it washes in again,” she said quietly.
“W-what?" he said, peering through his thick forelock quizzically.
“It was either that, or a penny for your thoughts?” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “And it’s your move and you were miles away."
He considered for a moment replying, “I thought that if I made it a battle of attrition," he paused. "Then perhaps you would give up and I could win for once. You know, by default?”
She threw her head back and laughed, her mane dancing in the breeze, “No chance, you need to move something somewhere, or I’ll start interrogating you about that thought churning in your mind. You look like you have eaten mouldy oats or something."
He pushed a knight across the board carefully with his hoof before replying. “Somewhere under that shiny coat is our first foal and I want to give her something that says who we are now? Something that lasts and is special."
She eyed his last move with glee before using her bishop to bring him into check. “Maybe she will get your ears dear,” she said looking wistfully into his deep brown eyes. “Maybe we could steal a chess piece as a memento, except that park keeper is keeping a very close eye on us,” she winked. They couldn’t afford much and both knew it would be worse still with a young one added to their lives.
Looking back a her he knew he had never stared into a brighter pair of eyes, his heart fluttering a moment. “I think we should write her a poem?” he said, looking back at the board and planning his defeat.
“Whoa there Neddy! A poem? Like baby wandered lonely as a cloud?” she snorted. “Anyway, I’ll save you the honour of losing this time, with a race to the waters edge!” And with a whinny she was gone, tail flowing in wisps, as she showed him a clean set of hooves.
Quickly he made after her, to the shouts of “Oi! You two! Do you think this is the galloping gala?” from the park keeper. A few ponies looked a bit startled at the commotion and a young filly with an ice cream came very close to dropping it as she stood transfixed at the spectacle! Soon they were kicking sand high in the air, running neck and neck for the sea. Mare and stallion hitting the water at full speed, water cascading into the air and raining back down onto them. They laughed as hard as they could while trying to catch their breaths.
“First line then?” she gasped as the cool water lapped at her knees.
“Two special ponies will soon be three?” he suggested.
“But that leaves me with ‘something something free,” she replied, sticking her tongue right out and using it to splash water at him.
“Ugh! No,” he said jumping back. "Fish do their stuff in that!”
Then she stopped and recited quietly, “The newest entry on our family tree,” finishing with the widest smile he had ever seen.