They told me of
a Secret colour.
I crossed the ancient hills,
I bound my foot on heaven’s shore,
bewildered at the seas.
I went down with jealousy’s riddled truths.
I saw what I could not do,
could not cure
my envious heart.
But if I was like unfailed purity
with eyes like a child in
the rising morn . . .
And if I was translating prayers,
the aspiring dreamers . . .
then the milk of my muse
I would be gargling
and bid for wanting
Copyright © 1997 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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