For This Colour
A shadow passes
like steam from a mug.
The everyday blindness
of being alive, I wear like a bow
in my hair.
Into my hand a snowflake falls,
repeating patterns of intricate beauty.
Too many times I heard the words
without being changed – for a minute moved into rapture
and then turning back from where I came.
Too many hours I ran the same track,
torn from my sleep like an infant torn from
its mother’s breast.
Thunder beats against my eardrums,
the rope falls from the gravel edge.
This shape is the food that lamps my tower,
as the sigh of the sea lies contained
in my daughter’s eyes.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
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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