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Into My Mortal
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I look at the deck
where my vintage love was torn
and spoiled with smoke and hard tales,
told after sundown and music being judged
beneath a piercing sky.
Outside where my personal angel
binds her matterless arms,
a voice reels like heavy breath.
My children are autumn born,
as though humming and hewing out new
pictures to awe over and learn the endless
plateaus of heaven.
I am on all sides in a Sunday,
charged by what I do and do not do.
It would be paradise,
but often the coat rack and broken switches get in the way.
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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
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.First published in “Eskimo Pie”, July 2015
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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.
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