When the end that was supposed to be
defuses its eventuality
and my belly is maimed by fear,
I will wait, nose to the floor.
Sparkles on my fingers and thumbs,
a tingling caressing my spine – mercy will be mine.
For in this dark place I am still owned by the light.
The torn shirt and the broken boots are only glass
under my foot that must penetrate
before they can be nicked and thrown aside.
I cry but I will not be crushed, for I have all
who I love secure by my side.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 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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