Within This Hour


Within This Hour


I needed you like someone hunted,

strumming my fear on the stems of weeds.

I crept like a lizard through

cornfields and rainforests

waiting for your evasive eyes

to wake and summon me near your mystery.

A hundred days and a hundred

painted houses appalled me

with their good appearance.

All the waste of yellow maggots

infesting the phone, on the lips

of the viral public, demanded from me

a beauty I could never give.

My tent is dark

like inside the throat.

The blue kisses of disgrace that soak

my cheek seem to fall upon me like a web.

I felt a dead thing circle my waist

when duty made me his. I felt such peace,

a poisonous seed, and I need you

though my sense of curiosity wanes

and I am neither fearless nor brave.




Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “CRASH a litzine”, Issue #7


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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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