Vanishing To Red
The clay drips like melting snow.
Her triumph is her ocean,
where prayers and debris
In love or sleep her light
is one – surfacing like
an exotic smile on a face
of clandestine flush.
She sits on the rock as a legend
and makes his lips burn
like a star. She is given to myth,
and him, to her snowy owl link.
The make love –
a sail in a storm.
Nothing is for sure
but their flame-wrung desire,
and the angel
that creeps and raves
in a dying tongue
their naked heads.
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “beneath the surface”
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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.