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Giving Roses and Bread
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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
gone.
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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “East Coast Ink, Issue 013” July 2017
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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves
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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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