Fairy Chimneys
Within these river valleys
Hewed out through the riven landscape
Strange bony fingers
Reach out upwards
Irregular, pointing at the sky
Columns of sandstone
Protected from erosion
Of wind and weather
By the basalt boulders
Now perched precariously atop
Here they sit like hats or caps
Extended mushroom shapes
Tall structures amid the tuff
Crooked, twisted, leaning
Top-heavy stones
That seem to defy gravity
Balanced high up in the air
Waiting for that moment
When the pillar at last collapses
Rocks raining down
To the ground beneath
A fairy chimney no longer
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2013
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