I have gone before

                      on the phobic path

                                  and in the shallow river.

          And now this present

                      I make to the glorious clown:

A cup of music and a true and lonely cry.

                                  Trapped in one life now, clear from

          the beginning, like drawing the long

                                  straw no matter the shape of a person’s

          lips. I sense the air above, between the outside

                      and me. I am not together. All of a sudden

I feel no shore, no happy bottom. I hope

                      to ring myself of worry, to do cartwheels

                              on train tracks and love the blistered foot.

          I see the endless coil, the ebb and flow

                                  of the salty tide. I am learning of ease,

learning to swallow the orange seed,

          to rub shoulders with a new breed of hope

and open endings.




Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst




.First published in “The Piker Press” December 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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