The night is caught
like a mouse’s tail caught
between a cat’s shining teeth.
Once I believed in recognition
and the glory of making a name.
Now it’s only time before me,
and the ashes of my loved one.
The world and its shallow passions
is not a place to put my hopes in,
is only the grand flame of ‘me’
and my short span.
Loving a child is what matters.
No words, no pat-on-the-back,
no cry out for justice or the soft sniffles
of fickle brilliance.
Soon I will join a tree or even a flower.
The sloping roof with the snow on top –
that is stillness.
The wind pushes its way under my door
like a maddened bird.
I have no ambitions. I have only a voice
that must continue its singing.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Black Mirror Magazine” April 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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