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Stung

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by the sad secret your simple blood

beheld. By the four-winds of colours

that multiplied into your warm and

fanatic fires, into the nudging madness

of your crying sex that landed near no one’s

hearth, that landed alone to thirst the stuff of deeper

things and commune with what must forever

remain autonomous.

 

   Dance between the clapping jaws

of vicious desires that want your face as

low as your heart can sink, down to the cold nadir

of self-hatred, where lies and needs are one.

 

   Dance the drowned and crazy dance

before the light was scattered, after

each shelter is destroyed and

you are you – an odyssey of

unweaned creations.

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Galway Review” July 2015

 

Allison Grayhurst – Five Poems

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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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