Pandora’s Jar by Eve Chancellor

Pandora’s Jar

A jar. A gift. A note.

On my wedding night

                                           the door swung wide.

Do not craft me as your fantasy

                                                              out of clay.

Do not fashion me a garland

                                                        of false flowers.

My hands clawed at the truth.

                                                          Secrets. Sealed. Shut.

A breath. A flicker. The anticipation

                                                                       grew.

I won’t became I could.

Curiosity called me

                                       like a serpent.

The night sang

                              promises of discovery.

I had never opened

                                       myself.

My body held the key

                                           to all mysteries.

A virgin locked tight

                                          like a jewellery box.

 A girl. A jar. A lid.

I can. I will. I did.

Eve Chancellor is an English Teacher and Forward Prize nominated poet. Her poetry is featured online and in multiple literary magazines, including: Atrium, Acropolis Journal, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and Rough Diamond. Her short stories are published on East of the Web. Twitter: @eve_madelaine