Green Haven and You
I dream this early morning of
all you own for love.
Birds walk on water, cooing the river
still. Two bones
lie buried beside the bank,
grey with decay, anonymous
as each fallen red-vein leaf.
I walk to your favourite rock,
still cold from night. There are
ten stars in the sky
visible as ten snowy owls
undone by dawn.
I dream of you across the vaulted miles.
You live inside my forming smile and in
the colours flooding the horizon, in
the almost-zenith sun,
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.