When darkness fell
like soot upon my lashes,
when the medicine cabinet was open
and my addictions were spoiled,
when the bird feeder was rigged
and dreams were all I owned,
your smile raised me
and gave me dominion over
the music. You were my
mansion in the bloody winter before
adulthood, and somehow your hands
built me a ship to cross the heartache and the void.
Now I live with you in a world
of our child, in the miracle of togetherness and in the opening
of tomorrow’s years. We moved out of the wilderness
and found that love is all that can keep
our light from sinking. And so, our bed
is warm and our child is
as tender as a tiny finch, and just
as full of song.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Stare’s Nest” March 2015
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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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