Hipster pony poetry

(RD) Cold waves beat the rocks

spray shines in the air

wings wink beyond sight

and a voice calls freedom.

The athlete

(AJ) Muscles shift under skin

legs pound the earth below

dust showers behind as

grasses bow in the passing.

The worker

(R) The artist's stillness is only physical

Within, images furiously make war

In comparison, magic bending reality

is not much at all.

Her craft is

(FS) Trees whisper then fall still

hearth-light fades beyond red

crisp air make blankets delicious

as night gives way to dreams

The domestic

(TS) Golden Jupiter rises before dawn

Lightning flashes!

The smell of ozone

your heart pounds an echo of the thunder!

The mystic

(PP) Fear gives way to relief

The young morning breaks

Birdsong replaces thunder

and clouds flee, chased by playful sunbeams.

The jester