TwiDash Poetry

by SecondPrances

Rating: everyone
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Romance, Drama, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1728

Twilight expresses her complicated, messy feelings about Rainbow Dash and their relationship through poetry.

Twilight expresses her complicated, messy feelings about Rainbow Dash and their relationship through poetry.

Published 2023-04-08 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-09-01 20:48:04 UTC

The Impassionment of Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash stood
tall in the grass
fresh from rainfall
and evening dew.
Dash, sky blue and
prismatic; set
against deep green
and brown of earth
and soil. And yet,
even against
natural colours
of nature, such
vibrancy as
hers could not hide
diminutive
feelings written
all over her.

Me, a pony
of books and science
less so of things
like emotions
and feelings, could
still see, despite
myself, that there
might be something
bothering her

I watched as she
stepped closer, ears
wilted back, like
trees in autumn
weighted down by
remnants of a
past as of yet
unblossomed, and
a nagging doubt
taking away
from me my speech

It was Rainbow
who dared to break
the silence first
I knew she would
her eyes, bright and
sparkling, bear her
soul to witness

"I wanted to
get you alone."

of course she had,
standing with me
in the open
field and under
an orange and
purple night sky

Foolishly, I
spoke no words but
quiet mumble
that feebleness
from within me
winning over
but I could see
beginnings of
what Rainbow was
going to say

"It's just that I..."

I'm sure were I
somepony else
I could feel her
heart beating out
of her chest, her
hooves shuffling
upon the ground
her gaze digging
a hole through me
desperately
trying to find
any semblance
of romance, or
desire: at the
least some kind of
understanding
which I could not
possibly have

"I've been crushing
on you hard, Twi."
She said, ever
the fearless and
courageous mare.
Rainbow Dash was
bearing to me
everything and
risking it all
chest ripped open
heart exposed, and
conceding fate
to a bookish,
antisocial
and entirely
undeserving
introverted
small Unicorn.

"Wow, Rainbow, I
don't know what to
say. I'm afraid
I don’t have any
experience
yet in romance."

"Just do what your
heart tells you." Dash
replied, and that's
perhaps maybe
the wisest thing
she's ever said
I stare into
her eyes at the
deep wanting, and
at such desire
emboldened love
rich affection
and the craving
to be with me

"But why choose me?"
I offer, but
I cannot yet
escape the thought
that this somehow
could be a ruse
some sort of trick
or dastardly
prank to rile me.

"Why wouldn't it
be you? You're smart
and beautiful
and I love how
much you care for
your friends. And I
want to be close
to you every
day. I've never
told you, but that
shampoo you use
and the smell of
dusty old books
drives me crazy.
So just say yes."

I think on it
for some moments.
that in hindsight
must have been such
agony to
her, before at
last, returning
her gaze, I smile.

"Yes. I'd love to
go out with you."

In an instant,
she springs to life
back to her old
self. boisterous
and full of pride
to be with me
embracing me
and kissing me
below the ear.

In an instant,
I know, I won't
regret it, and
sink into Dash's
side, who, in turn,
lies down in the
tall grass where we
lay staring at
the stars for hours.

Don’t Tell

Pinkie says she saw us
by the park behind an
old building. Rainbow
denied it, of course.
I find lying to my friend
an exercise in failing
oneself. I wanted to
call out, in front of all
our friends. Yes, it’s
all true. I was kissing
Rainbow Dash behind
Quills and Sofas, where
I found out just what
kissing feels like. I
wanted to tell all of
them how much I was
so impossibly in love.
what Rainbow tastes like,
that look in her eyes when
I can see she is deeply in
love.
I love her, too, more than
I love books and that’s
saying something.
That feeling in my chest
when she looks at me
fiercely and intensely
I know she is thinking
about kissing and
other things. My heart
wants to beat out of my
chest. I don’t tell them.
It must have been
another pony, I say.
Rainbow breathes
a sigh of relief.
I feel a hoof touch me
under the table.
It’s not so bad having
a secret.

Dear Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,
I thought I saw you today
By the market stalls
Standing regally
In the throng of shoppers.
Head held high
Smiling pleasantly.

When I was young
You used to take me to the opera
I remember it vividly
This is a different kind of learning
You would say
That you can't find in books
Real ponies, baring their souls
Singing their hearts
And I found it hard to disagree

It couldn't have been you today
Nopony else seemed to notice
But it does make me wonder
Do you ever travel Equestria
In secrecy
To see from our eyes?

Have you ever been in love?
So fiercely it almost frightens you
That it causes such longing
As to make your heart ache.

I suppose this is as good a time as any
To tell you
The world beyond the library seems small now
The coldest winters
Warmer
With her around
Beside me
Chiding me for staying up late
When instead I should have come to bed

I never knew
There was so much more to friendship
As this

I guess you were right all along

Reading

Ask me a year ago,
and I probably would have said
the greatest thing on earth is books.
All pony knowledge
centuries of history
wrapped up in convenient tomes.
What's not to love?

Now whenever I find time to read
you take it upon yourself
the opportunity
to cuddle up
and bother me.

I should find it infuriating,
my time for books
invariably diminished,
but I don't.

Your hooves like to wander;
along tired shoulders,
across my back,
down to my haunches.

You're insatiable.
And that's what I love most
about you.
You see what you want
and you take it.

It feels good to be wanted so much.
Desired,
like the only other pony in Equestria.

That's what I like more than books.
The feeling of you
next to me.

So why do we
rebuke
Our love to our friends?

At Last

I thought we'd agreed on keeping us a secret.
There were reasons for it.
You had your job on the weather patrol.
Me, I wasn't ready.
or at least,
that's what I told myself.

I thought we agreed not to tell our friends.
For fear of making it
weird, or condemnation.
After all, how could we go behind their backs
the way we have been.
Nestled together, at sunrise,
trapped in each other's embrace.

And here you told them,
on our behalf,
as we sit at dinner;
the six of us.

I should be mad
but I'm not.
I'm relieved,
proud,
in such awe of you
and your courage.

I know this isn't for you,
how could it be.
You knew how
I had been hurting.
It must have been all over my face.

Our friends are happy for us.
There is an exchange of laughter.
I guess everyone knew
The worst kept secret in town.
How many times
had ponies walked into the library
and seen us?

I suppose
there's a lesson of friendship
in all of this.
I can't think of letters, though.
All I can think of
is getting you
away
and kissing your face.

Once

Once,
when ponies lived in fields and grasslands
they would have stayed freely with one another
no concept of marriage or friendship
simple coexistence
and survival

I wonder
often, on gloom overcast days
what it must have been like
always surrounded,
never alone,
with those you love always
but what is love
if not for the absence of it
the heart yearns but for
filling the hole once left there

and you
feathers, wings,
lightest touch
Pegasus hooves
have a way of dancing
across one’s body
with feathery touch
in ways you didn’t know
were possible

I thought I knew everything
yet in love and its absence
I learned
I know nothing
except only of
missing you

Morning

Sky of amber
Mid-Autumn breeze
Smell of Cinnamon and Apple

Shadows Dance
across the wall
I watch them
nestled in safety
hooves intertwined with hooves
and Fur
and Wing
and I wonder
how it possible to love someone so much
as I her

I feel
curve of her back
gentle breathing
the heat of it
against my chest
where her face is
pressed
loving

The heat of another pony
blankets wrapped too tight
almost too warm
but I daren’t move
lest I disturb
peacefulness

Magenta eyes
stare back up at me
I wonder
how long she had been awake
feeling the same as I do

Her face moves up to mine
tender lips
press together
content to just be there
existing

As shadows dance across the walls
and mid-autumn breeze
flutters through the windowsill
I realize
how I could love someone so much
as I her

It’s not so hard
if you try

Stargazer

I was on the upstairs balcony,
looking out at the stars through my telescope
when you showed up
a flurry of feathers and wind,
tossing your mane to one side.
I act annoyed, but secretly am glad to see you.

What's up, Twi?
You say.

Stargazing,
I mutter,
we're supposed to be able to see
the Equinuus Major tonight.

Sounds like fun.
You sat down,
put your wing around me,
pretend to be interested.
I know you don't care for the stars,
but the gesture is sweet regardless.

Your wing is warm,
the primaries tickle my sides
I feel your breath on my neck;
nuzzling against me.
It's a welcome reprieve
from the cold evening air.

Is something bothering you, Rainbow?
I ask, still peering through the telescope.
I hear your hesitation
piercing through the silence.

I was thinking about you all day, Twi.

You were?

The telecope waits as we gaze
at each other;
Your eyes
seas of ambition
and desire.

You act first,
our lips meet
like a thousand newly discovered constellations
my heart burns
for you.

The Equinuus Major can wait.
It's already been discovered.
Unlike what lies waiting
trying to escape
from my chest.

I love you,
I whisper.

I know,
You say.
Why wouldn't you?
I'm awesome.