Pandoras box ( sort of )

Monday 24th May 2010 12:33 am

Bloodied petals blanket the ground,
still, in the wind-less air.
Heat - shimmers waver the horizon,
confusing the eye and tricking the mind.
The tower stands like a filthy streak in the sky,
the disgusting truth concealed within.

Passage into the tower brought
devastation and suffering,
destruction of faith and love.
It damned his world.
Sordid revelations came to him,
the knowledge he'd wanted was stained
and his regret was immense.

As he closed the gateway to the tower
looking out across a sea of red,
he saw the promise they held.
The gift of life, renewal.
The gift of hope.

And so his journey began again.
A quest for answers,
urged on by selfish curiosity.
A curiosity that would be his undoing.

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Anthony Emmerson

Fri 28th May 2010 17:50

Hi Kath,

I missed this somewhere in the "Pandora" mix - so apologies for not commenting earlier. This is a great exercise in imagination and building up a picture and mood. I think you could do well to think about a sequel to this - the ending seems to suggest it. And I don't think it's a "sort of" - it's your story, your take on the theme. Never apologise for what you write!

Regards,
A.E.

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 24th May 2010 21:35

This is really good, Kath. Symbolically, I actually thought of the apostle, John, in his exile, trying to assimilate and reteach the tenets of Jesus of Nazareth. Words are so loaded with the reader's own experience.

Isobel

Mon 24th May 2010 18:34

LOL - that's another reason I liked the poem! You are far more subtle than me Kath! The change becomes her well...

Ann Foxglove

Mon 24th May 2010 16:21

Sounds to me like you have given Pandora a sex change Kath! Good poem, as usual! x

Isobel

Mon 24th May 2010 15:20

I enjoyed reading this one Kath. My R.E. isn't great so I googled the tower of Babylon, assuming that might be the one you are referring to. It represented man's vanity, trying to compete with the Gods, bringing the wrath of God upon man, scattering them across the world, splintering races. With that knowledge I find your poem easier to understand. I enjoyed your take on it. Now please don't tell me it has anything to do with Blackpool!

Rachel Bond

Mon 24th May 2010 12:00

i love your writing kath, it paints some very sensual and expansive picture...

this is my fav. of the pandoras box series x

Andy N

Mon 24th May 2010 08:10

enjoyed this, kath... i would have being tempted - i must admit to break this poem up a bit more for example on the second to last stanza breaking up the last two lines so it reads..

The gift of life,

renewal,

the gift of hope.

I did really enjoy this otherwise.. nice one! x

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Pandoras box ( sort of )

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