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Anticipation

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Tonight will we land

in the blue room, with

sacred walls

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

to utter.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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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.