In The Fire
With blood I cried,
I cried for you,
for this knocking on my ribs
and for a loss like the formless
angels would know.
I cried with panting breath
and wanted this and all life to go
into the picture frame, away
from the ‘very real’.
I held my knees and felt the humid
air encase me like a crushing prong.
You moved in violent spin,
making your presence known.
I felt my inadequacies and my ugliness
like cold metal pressed against my throat.
I reached hysteria, then came out into the calm,
seeing my lover’s eyes in the small space
between my fears. He took my hand and
I could breathe again. I could feel you were eased
and I heard a gentle whispering, saying
together as a family we three will live and grow.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017
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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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