Thin Rope To Hold
Drum hard on the wound
entangled in my eyes.
Drum me a backroad
And the venom of revenge,
drum that out too until its murdering addiction
I wait beside these deadly
roots – these are my nerves
clogged with insecurities.
How sharp this shrill in my heart
that never catches fire!
Drum free my harvest
then show me the language
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2015
Published in “Gossamer Poetry Page” 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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