Kind Escape

Once, a child, under

the spring’s thriving sun,

lead by the glory of intricate imagination,

shadowed only by other children’s push and talk.

The way was clear, the valley below was soaked

with debris. I never touched

the briars of age as the birds carved

out my language. It was long ago

but I have not left those unreal adventures,

only now with adult-mind and adult-longing

they still ease my dread. When the cathedral

is closed and the enemy has entered my blood,

I slide into their colourful weather

and wait for the day to be renewed.

Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Screech Owl”

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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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