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 (8)
I know this feeling all too well. Loved this Haiku!
Beautiful!
Goodness this is deep for such a few words. Cannot decide which way to take it. Am going with peace overall. ❤
Ooh. I like how this can be taken more than one way. Time stops because you're at peace. Time stops because you drowned. Well done.
Eloqent and so poignant! Love this! 🤍🤍🤍
Eloquent!!! Loved this!!!
Love the beach. Time always stops when I am there too.
Nice picture 🙏❤️😉