Down the sickly throat
of this sadness bloomed,
no love can reach
(The petals are charred.
My mind, locked in patterns,
rebels against freedom)
From this spill of stability,
this testimonial defeat,
the colours break from
sunset to void and
the world outside
with indifferent shadows, with creatures
without breakthrough, animated
silhouettes that know no suffering or simple
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Little Voice Leaping” 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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