The Voice That Calls To Me


The Voice That Calls To Me



        The voice that calls me to the dazzling edge

is the voice I heard when still in hunger,

deep in donut shops, in cigarettes and unbleached sorrow.

        The voice that calls me, comes again,

bursting in my belly, digging a hole

through all my prayers, comes

like an elephant, intelligent and crushing

my marrow with its grey mass.

        The voice that calls me, I know

like I know certain streets of this city,

dressed in melancholic remembrances,

shedding their newness to rekindle those

unhappy, yet coveted years.

        The voice that calls me beats on my limbs

like hail. As if holding my head between clammy palms,

it holds my thoughts in old habit, in damp, penetrating gloom.


I begin this time

hearing its vinegar scream inside.

It drips like cold gravy down my spine

down, between shoulder-blades, down

covering the small of my back.


        The voice that calls me, I hear rise

from the gutter of my past.

I let it come and go. For though

here and hooked to my mind, it is only

the passing of a cloud, only

a long-told story, a coming-back before

moving on.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst


First published in “Poems About Life”


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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.



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