My Tiger Lilly
Do you speak? I remember
your misty, honey eyes,
you, the owner of youth
and baby toys,
smiling under the blond tree
on my lap laughing at
the cherry coloured balloons
rising up into a full blown sky.
How sweet and free were our days
making sand castles in the autumn air,
filling our cups with wonder.
Naked love. There were my hands
hugging your inexhaustible heart
as you slept, clean and dreaming
in a foreign altitude.
Times flashes like mirrors in our
soul’s depths, concealing eternity
behind a flat one dimensional interest.
You point to the bleeding heart flowers
and say they are beautiful.
Seven years, seven strange deaths
and still you are smiling: I do not
know you that well anymore.
You make the moths sing like butterflies.
You taste salt and say it drives
your feet to dance.
And when I leave,
you promise to follow me into adulthood;
somewhere between the angel and the child.
.Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Alias, Issue 20”, 1994
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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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