On the bed
You lie on the bed like a Rodin
sculpture, body so perfect as the
first day we met, when finding
you was like finding a new way to breathe,
was a miracle that took time getting used to.
We talk for hours to our child within me
and wait for the change to arrive.
I never grow tired of our kissing or
of the depths we reach looking into each
You have walked me through the dungeon,
held me close when my paint dried out.
We have stood as one as this new life grows
inside. Our voices now are solidified and merged
like the spring-Earth
in all her beautiful poetry.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Grease Monkey Literary 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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