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As The Serpents Scatter

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    I lean

my back on the clock.

  I drop the bitten sandwich

                          in a cellar full of mice. Joy

  dries like the singing grave,

dries the eyes of sorrow. Snip. Snip.

              I am burning a blade over the neck

of Death. I am under the kiss

                          of a leopard – turtle bones

in my back pocket.

  Deep as loneliness are habits that nurse

                          these days with doing.

              The eggshell is carved

  like a prayer repeated – known

and drained of substance.

                          I roar on roads and highways.

  I am the sound spiders love to carry,

love to hunt and consume.

              I am a white feather caught in a cloud.

  Do you see the house by the water?

Do you know the trap of each stepping stone?

                          I turn my back on the seducer’s claw.

              I have my hope to blame.

  But there is love in an owl’s wild eyes.

And there is a dream I cannot bury.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Change Seven Magazine, Issue 1.2 Summer 2015” June 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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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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