Between Two Places


Between Two Places


Nowhere I nestle –

my lover’s away

and my horse has lost his pasture.

Under the lawnmower,

cut up like a paperdoll.

I will run down hallways,

find my good sign and a pond to drink from.

I will go in one direction, bring

my hands to my temples and think.

Think of a wet log by a river, of a

porcupine in the wood. I will count

the sparrows in the sky and when I’m done,

I will gather stones and call them beautiful.

But now there is this swaying road and my

albino heart. I am scattered, blurred

like a blueberry smeared upon a mirror.

Close at hand – the cable wire and the drugs.

I will find my bed, salvation in the bathwater.

I will tip the basket on its side,

feeding on the fruits that were once censored

morally denied.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “The Poetry Jar”


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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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