So hard & regal

are the cry of your creations.

A sadness that moves

to be opened:


Stone stuck

movement. Watchers

in the distance

breathing out

your madness.


Old like

love, your roots

have no end. They burrow

with a strength no god

could hinder.


Your hands


to the foreign dancer:


shrewd as passion,


as the sea.



Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst


For Every Rain Cover 5


Published in “ArtVilla” July 2017


Published in “Communicators League” June 2017

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Mother of Thyme”, 1992

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Published in “The Amethyst Review, Volume 1, Number 2” Summer 1993

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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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