This poem came out of the January 3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from clare_dragonfly and fayanora. It was sponsored from the general fund. You can read more about Pandora, Ianus, the Moirae, and Persephone online.
She was the pawn of the gods,
given nothing but curiosity and a box,
which led to disaster.
When their children were born,
Pandora's husband gave her the little statues
of two-faced Ianus for their son
and the three Moirae for their daughter,
tiny icons of great Destinies.
Pandora listened to the Destinies
whispered by the Fates,
and decided to do something else.
She put the icons in a mortar and pestle
and ground them all to gravel.
She poured the gravel into a jar
and sealed the lid with lead,
then buried it in the ground.
When her children were grown,
they came to her and asked for their Destinies.
Then Pandora told them about the jar.
Her daughter wept and wailed.
Her son swore and stormed away.
When Pandora died,
her shade traveled to Hades
and its great gates were locked behind her.
At last she stood before Persephone,
Queen of the Underworld.
Persephone quirked her pale lips
and said, "Ah, Pandora.
I have heard so much about you.
Your children would curse your shade to Tartarus
for all the trouble you have given them.
They blame you for the loss of their Destinies."
"I care not," said Pandora.
"I gave them something better."
"What might that be?"
"Freedom," said Pandora,
and opened her hand to reveal
a tiny golden lockpick.