“We’ve recently received the work of Toronto poet Allison
Grayhurst, a collection of vivid imagery and gripping
enjambment that puts the reader in a spiralling world
of despair. By using language to express the human
conflicts of inner turmoil and the way in which our past
burdens interact with the subconscious, the self and
the world around us, Grayhurst sculpts poems that are
revealing and confessional, as well as technically adept
in their formatting and diction,”
David Eatock, The Continuist.
A Short Interview:
http://www.drunkmonkeys.onimpression.com/thieves-of-muse/
http://www.drunkmonkeys.us/poetry/2015/3/5/thieves-of-muse-by-allison-grayhurst
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Thieves Of Muse
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I hope my star does not
shift from Earth and sight,
into galaxies unbridled by
God. And that my vision has
hair and pulse, enough
to reach the primal light, grow
a new strength with each
passing defeat.
In hours of climbing the worn pillars of love, as death
forces on through sleep, futility & tears, and climbing,
climbing to no avail, to see no sun, feel only the cold
shattering of heartbreak and the mind undoing . . .
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
http://allisongrayhurst.com/2014/04/16/thieves-of-muse/
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