Go and buy yourself some candy.

On the broken road, walk and move

from one swarm of bees to the next. Go

suck on death like it was a jube jube

and kill all devotion and loyalty with your need

for acceptance by even the squinty-eyed and nasty.

There’s a horse on my lawn, but no one will mention

his name. I know his name and I know the light that

touches his forelock. Go, it is not your horse. He is not

your companion. He knows me because we bless

one another, we have lovely days together and we do not

betray them. But you, you

are empty and have no belonging here

where my fireflies roam.

You have no horse to love and who loves you back.

You have the movement and the desperate need

for approval.

You have your candy. Now go:


It may surprise you, but blood

is on your hands.



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “PoetryMagazine.com” Fall 2011

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.



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