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My Little Wonder

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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.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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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.

“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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