My Place


My Place


At one end are the setting shapes

of friendships left behind

like the breaking of a mug

or a foggy window.

I leave that end and hold no other.

I stand on the crust of a sandy shore.

Together I swam through the salty flavour

with a dolphin by my side. Alone,

I leave my companion and the waves

that serve me no more.

There are things I wish for like

pineapple and starfish fruit. There are

times I believe in the hot sands, believe

in the beautiful face of loneliness. I wave

at the birds and they follow me. I lay still

and the air has filled my thirst. On the

grassy green beyond I know one day I will

move. I know of proud children smiling at the

stars. I know there is nothing that can kill

the large immaculate Love. I died with my flesh.

I am born a new way, cut off from last-year’s persona.

I look to the water – its depths

no longer take me in, its blue is but a shallow tone.

I close my eyes

and rains descend like an artist’s stroke,

making patterns on the naked land.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Cavalcade of Stars” February 2016



First published in “Rasputin” August 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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