I Will Run

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I Will Run

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I will go now

into the constellations

like into a field of marigolds.

I will run now like a drunkard

at dawn. The waves

of morning’s early light

will be my medicine – the blue

& purple & orange thin arches,

all aglowing.

          I will funnel my way out

of this personal war. I will

carry wounds & swords

in my arms. I will throw

them to the sky until

they fall like rainstorm,

leaving no trace after a

a day of sun.

          You will not find me

walled behind my face,

or hunt me beneath

the garden cellar.

          The nothing-air

will steal my name

& tomorrow I will

slip between the rocks.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Existere” 1991 under the pseudonym Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst)

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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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2 responses to “I Will Run

  1. The intensity has kept up all these years. I can see, smell and taste this.

    “I will go now

    into the constellations

    like into a field of marigolds.

    I will run now like a drunkard

    at dawn. The waves

    of morning’s early light

    will be my medicine – the blue

    & purple & orange thin arches,

    all aglowing.”

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