Love I know

in the spilled earth of

my garden where

there are two types of roses

and a hundred-year-old sin

washed by the shade of

my evergreens.

Peace rises like perfume

in the tortuous summer heat,

and always it takes me into a haven

of rainbow hues. Always

I catch myself sitting and wondering

how this came to be – a child,

a husband, four cats and these flowers.

Green with grass and weeds, the yard is

my cushion in the shadows, and the wooden fence

where the blossoms creep is my guaranteed

longed-for autonomy.

I pick a tomato in my garden then caress the head

of an uncurled centipede.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” March 2015

Medusa's Kitchen 1 Medusa's Kitchen 2Medusa's Kitchen OasisMedusa's Kitchen 3



You can listen to the poem by clicking below:


“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.



One response to “Oasis

Leave a Reply