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Clothing

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An angel beads my hair

and shades me from the roaring rain.

A flowerpot is turned over like a night

lived alone on a mountain or like

the degutted smile of feigned generosity.

I see a rich pasture left uninhabited.

In my sleep I move like a hare

over those hills and dandelions.

When I wake it is the voyage

that sometimes drowns me.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Creativity Webzine, Volume 1, Number 10” October 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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