Pandora’s Burden
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
Comments (6)
Love this!
I loved the strength in this piece! And you're right, we can always learn more. Great work!
Yes! There is a lot to learn. Great haiku!
Nice 👍
Outstanding 💕
Ahhh I need to learn that too! So gorgeous and powerful like a mountain! Good luck! I just subscribed to you :)