The Boy


The Boy


Under the limp tree

he sits, curing himself

of the bawling rains &



He inhabits heartbreak

& hunger as a primitive,

refusing all

that does not measure with


The cloud’s configuration alters him

like a new philosophy.

He thinks of the cosmos

like a bird, who plays its part


under the yawning cover.

Destiny is

a grain of sand.

Life itself – enough


He holds hands with

the outlawed beasts, bearing

the world as though it was nothing

but a small, small




Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst


For Every Rain Cover 5

Currents - pastlife poems cover 4


.First published in “oasis” , 1996

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Published in “Pennine Platform”, 1997

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit



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