You walked a golden path and I
was in front beating the bushes for
hidden dangers, eyes darting left
and right, a force field of high alert
with the tingle of anticipation
stiffening my spine.
Behind, your face radiated the
beatific smile of the innocent ignorant,
the birthright of The Golden, of the ones
who know nothing of terror, spite or shame,
but see only through eyes of sunlight.
At the end, we were both too blind —-
I by suspicion,
you by trust —-
to see the tip of a cloven hoof
at the bottom of the door.
Charlotte Hamrick 
These words take my breath away, Zouzoux:
At the end, we were both too blind —-
I by suspicion,
you by trust —-
to see the tip of a cloven hoof
at the bottom of the door.
A wonderful write!
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you can totally write – shake off these dry spells
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Thanks, Mary. I’m glad you like it.
Ollie, thanks for the encouragement!
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The images the last stanza conjure in my head after reading this poem are amazing. when writing can do that to ones imagination you know its a good poem. Thank you for allowing me to read this.
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This poem captivated me too. No matter what is our way to look at the world – reality will overwhelm us.
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Ok, this is the third time I’m writing this! (I have more than 1 WP account)
Thanks Lloyd and Martin for your kind comments. You’ve made my day.!
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