My Little Wonder
By the light there broke
a heart of no comparison.
Hers was the eye of the mountain,
the vibration of the tides, and
the colours of the Mediterranean fish.
Hers was the lost star found,
the end of revenge, the juice of our single moon.
In a womb where her legend almost died
and the hangman knelt before the doctor’s foot,
I made a promise to her land and the sigh
of her raving waters. I marked her tree in our
backyard and bent to wash her hair.
Hers was a boat that bore no time, a leaf
in the midnight air.
My old joy is the shell of this new one,
for she is my workgloves and cathedral.
Hers are footprints on the sun.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Corner Club Press, Volume 5, Issue 19” January 2016
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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.
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