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Placeless

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You are far, without a face.

Six nights on the bed beside

your brooding limbs, the covers

piled between us like a clotted vein.

I know you are sad, but it is never

enough just to say it,

to feel my arms full of your aching,

feel the fine fibres of isolation

choke your core until only the cramp remains.

 

And the longing in your eyes knows no bounds.

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Low Word” February 2017

Allison Grayhurst

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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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