Weeks arrive to lay bare

the corpse of a wasted dream –

my ideals unfounded, measured with

a spoon. I loved and I’ve had to kill that love

purposefully, stepping over

into a territory of arctic

severity and separation.


It is natural

for me, a citizenship I owned hanging out in churches,

on church benches, shushed from yawning.

I knew God more in the forest,

quickening my pace on paths

edging cliffs. Swallows circling as I did

a flawless land.


I knew God best in my bed, talking, never repeating

phrases learned, but earnestly in conversation.

I know God still sometimes

when I am close enough, able to smell our rudimentary union,

brush the locks and flares of your deep and fierce sun

as it rotates within a galaxy riddled rich with stars and asteroids,

when I am in your radar-stream,

pulverized by the intensity of your purity –

porous, cracking, becoming more,

many, smaller and such

unexpected immediacy.

Giving birth. Giving up

my hard-won understanding.


To fail for you is a victory that

arrives like an ultimatum,

and I am singing – this is new.

It is an embrace,

a personal annihilation to be honored,

swallowed as I am, utterly

into your glow.




Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Versewrights” March 2015

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“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist, and author of Swan Wheeler: A North American Mythology, Swan – A Planetary Mythology, and The Rise of Eros, 2014.




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