Keep it. Always.

Well built, like literature.

This birthplace and then, into

the weighted wind. I am scarcely

bearing it, palpitating, counting

palpitations, high on this kundalini drug. Today,

I will say nothing, be elusive as a shy-man’s smile.

I can’t stand the crumbs. Eating for nourishment only,

one grape, this fabric – covering, menial, not warm.

I can’t plant daffodils in January. You know

everything I gave you was purely accident,

not meant for you to treasure. How else can I be beautiful?

How else can this legend not be broken, but be a masterpiece

in your eyes? My tree. My front crawl.

I need to lead, callous with my intentions.

Because there is more at stake

than the digging up of remnants, more than

you and me and this mortuary of foiled ambitions.

On the couch. In the bedroom. Armpits, ripe and enticing. 

You built a city. I entered. But this is my ecstasy.

There is something growing. I need release,

space to expand my fleshy torment. Damn you.

Gleaming like a little sun, gorgeous

and calm, edging out so many possibilities.

Damn you. I want to descend from this height, leave

these messy corridors, not needing you, not needing

your fire opal tongue skimming my skin,

pointed deep into my chasms. You are barricaded

in convention, denying everything

we are supposed to die for, everything,

you promised, we would,

together, own.



Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst


First published in “Misfits Miscellany”, March 2012


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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.


Book reviews of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs 
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness 
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels, 
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.


“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.



4 responses to “Coiled

  1. redplace – I love to rant and rave about a number of things. It could be anything, I may take you by surprise. Or not, simply based on your level weird-o-ness. I'm a curious person. And the new, old exciting and the absolutely cool fascinates the shit out of me. So, I may do some serious blogging. Be prepared. You have been warned.
    redplace says:

    I feel like I learn new ways of using such beautiful words when I read your poetry. Thank you for sharing 🙂

  2. David Eric Cummins – Wellsville, New York, USA – Who am I? I am a father, brother, son. I'm a punk rocker disguised as a nerdy bookworm (or maybe that's the other way around). I'm an artist with no single style. I'm a realist who believes in science. Most importantly- for this site anyway- I am a writer. I've written a three part blog-novel called HIGHER HELL which tells the story of a not-so-evil demon and his goth girl best friends' attempt to save the world from a not-so-good angel. I also have a poetry blog called "The Noise of Silence". Which ever of these you are looking at, I thank you for giving my words your precious time. I hope you enjoy : )
    David Eric Cummins says:

    Wow! You come up with word combinations that are so evocative, I wish I’d thought of them myself : )

  3. davidstrachan611 – Scotland – That's me being hauled up the stony path of reality against my will and that's me too, boat against the current, on the Seine, with the love of my life (but not me of hers alas alas). That's me. And that's me walking on water. Likes? Dislikes? I have always liked Andrew Wyeth, Hopper, Kafka, Anthony Gormley, Beethoven's Late Quartets, the Brontes, Eric Cantona, both Richard Burtons, Tracey Solomon, Brel, Jane Austen, Cartier-Bresson, Glendronach, Highland Park, though not necessarily in that order. I find Rob Bryden Steve Coogan Ricky Gervais Russel Brand Larry David Garry Shandling very funny - La Strada is still my favourite film, Empire of the Sun also - Pity about Woody Allen. J.D. Salinger's short stories still impress - 'Just before the war with the Eskimos' -great title! Peter Cameron's 'One Way or Another' I've reread and reread. And Eleanor Bron's 'Life and Other Punctures' is again one of the books I still reread with constant affection. And Chekhov. And Kafka. And Carver.. Politically I like Cesar Manrique, the polymath caring creator of Lanzarote sadly killed in a car crash on the roundabout a mile from his specatacular lava-bubble home.I used to be revolutionary now I' more evolutionary. Didn't like Blair, changed my mind about Maggie Thatcher, despair of Scottish football and Scottish politics.. One day I'll fly away.... it says below: 'Tell people a little about yourself'....has this little been enough? Too much? Tell me a little about yourself - or a lot...... )
    davidstrachan611 says:

    I particularly liked that jerky coming-to-a-halt ending…

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