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Fish Hook

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Living is a cave,

a wink of darkness.

Eyes yawning,

squinting with weariness.

Sigh then wail,

the earthquake begins….

Convalescent world,

what value is there in unpraiseworthy pain?

First he rose. I died

in his light. Sun – sunset

crushed wild with the weight.

I cannot weep or roar

just here

emptied without a  tremble,

a lamentation, without

poor, petty pride

or disastrous fear.

He urges isolation,

I crack dead as the unknown,

feeling ripped from the onion shell

having      no heath

no reason,

I dangle hungry,

pierced.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “JVC Poetry Newsletter Volume 1, Number 9” May 1990

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

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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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