Pandora
she whistles home
old secrets left untold
skeletons of the ancient,
mum as an empty urn
the absent key of luck
artifact, cold and hard
a rusty lock is all that's left
of the open clay pithos
plagues and curses reign
she calls home a wick of hope
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Oh yeh, there was hope at the bottom! :)
Beautiful poem for this weeks Magpie...
Christine
Some great word images here, enjoyed it!
I love your poetry!
Nice Magpie
I never would have thought of Pandora for this prompt, and you use the lock in a way I didn't expect but that works very well.
I'm curious: did you consciously choose to use couplets for this, or it did it just come out that way?
Nice one! :-)
I loved the image of "a wick of hope" -- well done!
brilliant lines :)
This is a lovely piece for Pandora. The last line is splendid. Well done!
Wonderful magpie! Wicked hope is a fun and interesting image. Great post!
-Weasel
You are a mistress of metaphor. You just kick it every time. Every word is so well considered, so beautifully placed. I bow to you!
Love it TW - you know I had a hard time moving past the first stanza. Because I kept thinking about what it said.
Well done!
takes the reader to another time another place...
Oh, I like this very much "she whistles home old secrets" gave me goosebumps. Thank you.
beautiful! wonderful write and I love the Pandora element, really unique take on the prompt
beautiful verse....the wick of hope....i like that...
Aahhh...at last we give tribute to Greek mythology. I enjoyed this very much.
Love the visual and auditory imagery!
your pictures are unique, and your words are nicely played.
smiles,
'she calls home a wick of hope' is my favorite line. beautifully written. hope all is well.
So much mystery in the words. My mind is free-falling.
Good thing Pandora opened that box, the world would have boring so boring otherwise...
By the way it is said that the last sin in there is "hope", or so I heard.
Nice choice of words, as always your poems are delicious!
oh yea...that little glimmer that keeps us whistling and going...
a lovely and uplifting poem..
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