I Watch My Shelter Fall
I swim, revolve like a planet
through the cosmic black, around
a sun of infinite heat, bruising
space as I go with my presence.
Non-stop battle of my spirit lusting
for flight while my body’s on ground, growing
mad with the weight of habit.
I need to feel the sky splitting
from my voice, to have the courage
to construct something enduring, a love
I am full of a future unborn, full of the terror
I am leaving my heritage behind.
I am lifeless now as any
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” 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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