Forgive my indignation, it knows not where to hide;
If left to fester, it boils, then jars me from inside.
I left a jar to stay, somewhere on a hillside far away.
Inside it was my love, without its trust, never betray.
A door was left ajar, only enough for a tiny draft;
As a fence keeps out, do not enter if you’re daft.
Of the fire that we left, a jar remains in quiet light;
A spinster in a headress, to encumber mercy’s plight.
Ahoy matey, look to the left, a jar just left to float;
Inside, a light, if only to find the confounded remote.