How to do justice via poetry? Justice to the one you love?
Written Script, a unicorn with a Canterlot past… but Ponyville in his soul! Its grassy knolls, its whispering treetops, its homegrown ponies.
Slick as a simile, burning with metaphor, imagery wherever he looked: seeing what was there, its soul, what was really there.
Juxtaposed by:
“Carrot Top”, farmer. She worked on a carrot farm. Farming carrots.
To her, simile sounded similar to “silly”. Carrots were carrots, not “unsheathed swords of golden holiness”. They didn’t need a shower of words. They needed a rain of… well, rain.
Yet Written Script needed her. In a world of illusions, she was as solid and nurturing as the planet that kept him from the existential void of space. And she – blind earth mole – needed his eyes.
Eventually, he wrote the perfect poem.
It began, “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun…”