Pandora
was framed;
Zeus should have
manned up
to Prometheus.
No one likes
bones and fat,
when
expecting
meat.
Red with rage toward the titan,
the thunder god
punished us,
like uncomprehending children,
for receiving fire.
Maybe Pandora
is just a metaphor;
not for women, but for childish mankind
toying with the elemental force.
© 2014 Anne Campagnet-Reed
(For the final poem in my NaPoWriMo–National Poetry Writing Month–commitment, I decided to try my hand at the new Gogyoshi form: five lines, no meter or rhyme, concise imagery. In the above series, four Gogyoshi are arranged to tell a story, but each one can be read and understood as a separate unit.)
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