I moved like a moon

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I moved like a moon

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in predictable orbit, smashed

by meteors, space pebbles

meeting my surface with deep impact, when

there were dark oceans under my skin, unseen

single forms, coupled forms, and beds of

colourless weeds, but I steadied myself

on the cold shell of repetitive expectations -

dead valleys here, dead heights there.

 

Going through the hard crust, under, into

a thicker atmosphere, currents of heaviness,

breaking barriers better off broken.

Haunted by shapes that come close and rarely touch,

in this weighted environment, by-passing predator

tentacles and jaws by instinct alone, no journey-map,

stars or horizon to act as goal or inspiration, but

 

rolling

through cross-waves with creatures captured

by a dark density like

myself, shaded, loose at the extremities, compact

at the core, thriving on plateaus of deep pressure,

salty flavours all around – so far gone from walking

that legs leave, replaced by fins, and language is not

sound, but a full-body resonance – no delay

between appetite and attainment.

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Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Bitchin’ Kitsch”

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“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which
we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist, and author of Swan Wheeler: A North American Mythology, Swan – A Planetary Mythology, and The Rise of Eros, 2014.

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3 responses to “I moved like a moon

  1. This is a brilliantly written poem. Wow, the imagery, the feeling…

    I remember experiencing exactly this, and there was a comfort in the awareness and acceptance of it:

    “but I steadied myself
    on the cold shell of repetitive expectations –
    dead valleys here, dead heights there”

    I lived years like this, incredible to pull this off as if by grace, as if by trial, as if by test:

    “by-passing predator
    tentacles and jaws by instinct alone, no journey-map,
    stars or horizon to act as goal or inspiration

    This is the best feeling description and insight into the might and depth and intrigue of underwater sea creatures I have ever encountered:

    “rolling
    through cross-waves with creatures captured
    by a dark density like
    myself, shaded, loose at the extremities, compact
    at the core, thriving on plateaus of deep pressure,
    salty flavours all around – so far gone from walking
    that legs leave, replaced by fins, and language is not
    sound, but a full-body resonance”

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