This Love


This Love


Linked to this love

that lives on the cliff’s ridge

and below the waves of water and sand.

Linked like the spinal cord is

to the brain or the squirrel to the tree.

This love is hunger with heat,

it is words that stop the gallows blade,

it is the thing that brings two souls together

and walks them home.

This love is naked, shelter, empty air

that has a purpose.

This love pardons, shares my bath and bed.

This love I circle like a sacred fire, but still I cannot see.

This love is a lanced abscess, a camera hidden in a wall.

This love cannot betray and buries all abuse in tenderness.

This love cures the dying swan’s cries,

has mercy on the insect and also on people

too broken or hardened to care about

this love.



Copyright © 2001 by Allison Grayhurst


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First published in “Eskimoe Pie” July 2015

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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.



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