engraved in every eye
& in the flowers that
fold each petal over
as twilight’s territory
The silent figured
people in churches, in cafes
and in the back-ground country –
does each one
frame a life after
a private freedom? And does only love
awaken one to bend
without splintering, without a
But love cannot help the
slumbering soul or the mind
that has no wish to soar.
And even children
curl alone with the moon,
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Amethyst Review, Volume 1, Issue 2” Summer 1993
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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.
The craft here is amazing! There’s an essay itself in the way you have paced this. Awesome, in the literal sense of the word.