Gone Blind


Gone Blind


Gone blind down

the road that leads to

serenity. Cannot find

the open casket of my

awakening or the joy of exile.

Damned and committing to

the poorest of temples –

ruby like a miscarriage

or a red flag at half mast,

the spasm of a studied darkness

emerges in my mouth like a thrill

worth all its pleasure.

Everything but the torment is unclear

and that is my stigmatism, my success

and my heroic danger,

that is the sunny day I never find.

But the foliage of my terrain is too familiar

to be trouble, though my eyes remain as shells

where once a glorious creature flourished.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Carcinogenic Poetry”



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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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