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A Golden Feather(good mood inducing warning)

April 20, 2021
By SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]


The many strands blow in constant motion, interlacing, greeting, departing. A wild black. Long and free. The glistening coat shines a golden chestnut, sweat gleaming from it, skin moving for the powerful muscles beneath. The head is long, with flared muscles, daring the brave to try and tame her, white streaking across the face from nose to forehead like a shooting star. Wings explode from her back, beginning in the same chestnut, and towards the tips purifying, concentrating into a feathered gold. 

As she runs, obsidian hooves pounding the ground across the plane, the wings beat down, the movement filled with grace and strength. She beats again, and the powerful hooves begin to churn air, rising and rising, until the pegasus is hidden by clouds, watching the sunset above them, unobscured. The only thing left is a single, golden feather, and an enormous amount of respect. 

But the moment of regret, yearning, lasts only a moment. She descends from the sky, gliding. It is as if the morning dew itself covers her, and from the mist water shimmers a rainbow, landing in your eye. For the split second, you have until she passes, the world can be observed through the violet, indigo, emerald, gold, amber, and ruby, the calm stream flowing across the green plain, the wildflowers blooming along its banks, the peach-pink sky as the pale yellow sun rises, and of course, the pegasus. 

She passes and lands, shaking herself off and whinnies. She canters off at abnormal speeds until she is out of sight. You reach down and take the golden feather, a reminder. You don't need it. The image of churning legs, pumping wings, and flowing mane will be burned into your memory forever.


The author's comments:

i wrote this for a 9-year-old, but figured it was of quality for adults/teens


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on Jul. 11 2021 at 12:32 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

aw, thanks!

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Jun. 26 2021 at 5:45 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
172 articles 54 photos 1026 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

Wow! I don't know why all of your stuff isn't editor's choice.

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Jun. 26 2021 at 5:45 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
172 articles 54 photos 1026 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

Wow! I don't know why all of your stuff isn't editor's choice.