Tonight will we land
in the blue room, with
and the ceiling too high to
touch, even with a chair?
Will the hot
locust bride pass our vision
until we kneel as one
before her hiss and drum?
Will I be under your arms,
under the covers, chocking on
the darkness or grinding
a little light on my lips to
entertain your kisses?
Up there where the doors
too seldom open for the revelation
walk, someone speaks to me
like a thin wind drifting down here,
down below. I hope it is you.
I have come so far for your green-river ride.
Tonight the leaves
will gather in the
graveyards, and your hands will be
promising what your tongue
is too worn
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Cosmic Trend – Subtle Fires” 1994
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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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