Hand over mouth


the breath


because the dream

is so thick

it coats your skin in

its hot jelly until it is

your only protection.

It is so full of impossibilities

and false starts.

It is the problem

that never lets loose

an answer, that never

bends its back on

any account.

Caged in, but in love

holding hope

like holding the body of a ghost.

Your faith must surpass

death, must embrace

the end without knowing for sure that there will ever be

a new beginning.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst




Published in “Spilt Ink Poetry” November 2015

Spilt Ink



Published in “Vine Figure Poetry Page” Fall 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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