The Tide To Break A Vaulted Pain
We are lost on this side
of the stream, sideways
looking to land & the drown fish
hooked to the shoreline.
If I could give you
something polished & pure,
a kiss or dolphin’s smile,
is melting, dripping torrents
from the punctured universe
above. And here,
between these rooms
where we live, its liquid darkness
seeps in covering our hair, our feet
in its wet, colossal tar:
alien sorrow. The silence
rages through the airvents, and the lights
burn to a dull nothing. The white-nothing
of teeth & moon & ice & cloud.
We seek the breath
of freedom’s wake as
magic crumbles all around us in pools of
But to give you this way
the best of my living love,
to know the unseen
behind your kaleidoscope scales,
know the breakdown,
know the tenderness
and to hold, hold . . .
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry and Audience” 1994/1995
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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.