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Pandora's Box

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Hope springs eternal, or so they say
From Pandora's box, all the horrors
Of the world were vomited forth.
Only weak, litter-runt hope was left
With nothing else to stand in its way.
 
Out into the world it crawled,
Blind, mewling and twisted
A bitter stunted mutant
desperate for attention.
 
It turned to man for succor and love
It begged and fawned and prostituted
But man was busy embracing the horrors
And those beasts would not be substituted
So hope was kicked and abused and turned away.
 
It seeped and cringed
Weak and sick and puny
An abomination unwanted
A wretch filled with dismay
 
So came the day when man was beaten
Broken and tortured and defeated.
They searched for something to drive back the dark
They searched for a glimmer of light
When at last they remembered
That which they had turned away
 
They searched for it; that twisted runt
To press it to their bosom.
To feel the warmth of expectation
To see the horrors undone.
 
But far and wide, an uneasy truth
Was breaking with the dawn
They had chased it off, forced it to move on
And now;
All hope was gone.
 
 
 

Pandora's Box

◄ The girl and the lake

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Steven Kenny

Sat 5th Jun 2010 22:07

Thanks for your comments everyone! I think this might be the bleakest poem I've written so far. I did really enjoy delving into that 'dark side' though! :-)

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 22nd May 2010 01:15

Hi Steven,

You certainly "felt the dark side" with this one. Uncle Darth would be proud.

Near my roots in the Peak District there is a village called Hope. I would love to move there; not because it's a wonderful place to live, (it probably is) but simply to be able to open a conversation with the words "I live in Hope."

Regards,
A.E.

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Isobel

Fri 21st May 2010 16:58

oooo - this is a dark one! Most people home in on the hope - you've done the opposite - LOL!
As Cynthia says, an interesting take.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 21st May 2010 16:47

An interesting 'take' on the theme, Kenny. Perhaps it could be tighter and therefore 'stronger'. Sometimes repetition weakens great points; it's a dicey tool.

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Andy N

Thu 20th May 2010 08:13

good stuff, steven - the ending is particularly strong i felt but i enjoyed the full piece..

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Thu 20th May 2010 02:32

Uneasy in its desolation this poem Steven although well crafted , it is hard to contemplate the total absence of hope in the world, I note your particular Pandora's box has the Horned Devil on it!!
TC

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