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.