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Rest

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Softer than foam

when the heights are pounding into the body-stream,

adding resistance to what cannot stop trembling.

 

I make a mould of your footprints,

hang them over the washing machine.

I climb the scaffolding

fearless of my natural fears –

lifting mortar into a pale, bricklaying and laying out bricks

to seal a song, ready then

to pull out of the quicksand and feed you

in your darkness.

 

Pooling flies

in the jungle of your fragmented emotions.

What you cut off will never grow on its own

until you splice a branch of your bones and bind it fresh

in a ritual of rejoining.

 

You were born devouring splinters. I cannot change you,

but I can rest my hands on your shoulders, help you

to trust the feeling of family. I can stay,

give you a fork to eat with, make it soft,

and that soft will intoxicate,

thread a cushioned contoured protection.

It will stretch around you, satiate

with womb-like warmth.

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Copyright © 2011 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Kitchen Poet”

http://www.undergroundbooks.org/2/post/2013/12/allison-grayhurst-5-poems.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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Book review of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs 
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness 
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels, 
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

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