To Lie With Luck Again
To lie with luck again
in the vital centre
where faith is had
like water – necessary and
To speak to the familiar morning
in my own tongue that I learned
from solitude and watching squirrels.
To step on the back of a scorpion,
not feeling its tail writhe and crush.
To hold a nickel in my hand
and let it be enough.
To walk on tall grass and leave
To not be the fig tree holding back
my bloom, or look on others as poison to my tastebuds
or as a slingshot to the singing lark.
To dance as a child, unaware
of the mirror, catching on fire
like a deer in powerful flight.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Mechanical Medusa Poetry Forum” 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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