When He Left You
If ever a dead man
blew kisses from the grave
it is now now that the leaves
wilt, that you close the cupboard doors
and answer with silence
the tiny husk of sweetness swallowed.
A day by the hill pulsing with thirst.
The mirror hanging. You look, crying out.
But always you rock
always a lunar night in your navel
tunnelling deep into your pit.
By chance you knife the python,
shoot bullets into the metal floor
desperate for escape,
desperate for the dream to love you
the way you, with your blood and poetry
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “JVC Poetry Newsletter Volume 1, Number 7” March 1990
Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.