In The Tomb


In The Tomb


In the hollow of despair

where bitterness sways from

desperation to self-destruction

and beetles crawl across bathroom

floors on bathroom towels, fearless

as those who have faced and conquered death,

pain and fantasy consume and God

is but a word to mutter to soothe the cut-up skin.


In a night alone with the TV off and all

books read, with tomorrow inevitable as the sun

that will rise, spring blossoms that too will fall

and be crushed by the wheels of cars – pretty white

and purple stains on the pavement – sealed in my mind

like images of dead bodies in a row.


In bed, with no lover to cry to or hide inside

two devoted arms, my heart speeds like fire

through a dry forest – undresses, unveiling

its vulnerable beginnings.


And there, there is something that shifts

like incense lit or like a cat nudging the hand,

something subtle that whispers “hello”.

And my head is raised, looking

with new-born eyes at a familiar place.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst



.First published in “Indie Poets Indeed” November 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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