Pandora’s Jar

Old Pandora, the All-Gifted,

Kept her Secrets in a Jar.

Pandora, from the Clay, lifted,

First of Us, beneath the Stars.

All-Gifted, Beloved, Graceful,

She was Wisdom; The Scholar.

Most careful, thoughtful, and tasteful,

Her Secrets were in the Jar.

Pandora was the First of Us,

Mother, Maker, and Poet.

Her’s was the only Verse to Trust;

Gods’ Evil writ, She stowed it.

Pandora’s Jar, Keeper of Harms,

Sloshed with Darkness and Sorrow.

“The Poets are drunk from my Jar.”

She – foretelling Tomorrow.


© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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