Giving Roses and Bread


Giving Roses and Bread


I turned

I will not turn again

from your sad space & ruin.


No wand no crocodile

tongue will shut

me out.


The hour is blood,

is coiling, locked in

your iron skull.


Your back is straight

for the first time in months &

your fingers tap the table one by one.


I saw you climb

the ladder & crash.

I saw the marrow leak from your bones.


I turned

I will not turn again.

My smile will be your shelter


and with my chains & circle

I will build for you a garden

where the crows will dance


to drown your madness

helpless then




Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst


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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst


First published in “Next Exit” Issue 21, 1993

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit




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