Will you?


Will you?


In the end,

your love was not rich enough –

was a heavy but surface love, never a defending love,

defending despite the threat of a spinal break.

Cool now. Almost cold as a thief without remorse,

the stars that are falling are always falling

onto mountain peaks, into reservoirs, falling without

the angels’ consent, falling, breaking the sky like death

breaks the heart.

The toll was paid. You sleep with grace under your pillow,

but not passion. You’ve loosened the roots of the tree.

It will never make it through another winter.

Will you miss your shade, your safe and magical place,

your look-out tower?

Will you miss the scent of the phoenix feather,

those deep waters that once felt like home?



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Kalkion”

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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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