It Was A Jar
Open it again!
that peek let loose such sin BUT
Hope is trapped within
Playing with form for a collection at Haiku Horizons where the prompt was “Open.”
Image: Pandora by Lawrence Alma-Tadema 1881
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Splendid Sass 
Your cover page mesmerized me. It speaks a lot.
As far as haiku is concerned, beautifully narrated nostalgia of revisiting things of past.
Thank you. I enjoy playing with the images on the blog – haven’t quite found “the look” I want yet – but thanks so much for your great comment!
A very summer appropriate haiku:)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this particular Pandora artwork. I love that (very Victorian, isn’t it?), and your haiku makes it a doubly special discovery for me. I’ve never thought on it that deeply, and would have to return to one of the original Pandora tales (Ovid? who?), but I love your modern play on a historical (perhaps) mistranslation. I don’t see the ancient Greeks as using “boxes,” but rather vessels or jars as you slyly illustrate here. It’s like a “D’Oh!” or “eureka!” moment . . . it was a jar, silly, not a box! Wish I could put it more succinctly, but this haiku is a nuanced expression (love the diction of “peek”), taut through both tongue-in-cheek glee almost balanced with the ‘reality’ of the legend that all the qualities of the world are seeping out, save hope, of that moment of discovery.