dead cold moon


dead cold moon


Lay it to rest, accept

it like gravity or the

flight that lasts only moments

before a fall.

Excuses made to maintain the shrine of inward pressure,

voyaging to the harbor then back out to sea, never

touching shore or dipping a foot into the ocean.

I tried to make a quarantined country, a library

of unreal tales, a mythology without leaven.

Spear-headed, tossing, unwrapped and wailing

before a shattered creation. Playing unnoticed.

It is dark. Too many rulers burnt by stubborn commitments.

Children give courage to each other, mountains bleed.

Resting is replenishing, ambition is irrevocably removed.

I am nothing but God’s child.

I am nothing except when living

with consciousness that I am

God’s child – servant on a dead cold moon

a servant saved

(burning still)

on that dead cold moon.



Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Wagon Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1” April 2016

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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.


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