Alone Among The Hoodoos
Wandering through the badlands
of the great south western plains
I happen upon a great assembly of
fairy spires, other worldly
wonders of rocky pinnacles
that dot the high desert landscape.
Strange oddities, these creatures
with their solemn, stony faces
staring toward the westerly horizon.
A foreboding presence grips me
as I pause underneath their
Hoodoos, standing resolute and silent
an ancient tribal assembly of warriors
gathering together, like a timeless
courtroom, judge and jury, waiting
as I stand alone in their midst.
The fading sunlight darkens the
path before me, as I anxiously
will my feet to carry me away
from this cold, lifeless place.
Pushed along by thoughts of
impending doom, I escape the
mighty hoodoo curse, as
demons of dread are lifted
the further away I travel from
that wild, accursed place.
Written on 6/24/2015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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