The Poetess

At the behest of Zeus, she was
created by Hephaestus
blessed with the choicest gifts
the gods could bestow
 
Bequeathed an earthen amphora
fashioned by an artesian
an ornamental gift
she grew curious
 
Her finger tips sliding, tracing
the outline of it’s curved walls  
enjoying the feel, revelling  
in its textures
 
Irresistibly her tongue tastes  
the lip, and like butterfly  
wings the lid flutters
The contents are freed
 
Agonisingly beautiful  
verse, to arouse the senses
to ignite the passions  
unleashed onto the world  
 
Pandora be thy name  
 
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