Our Love


Our Love


The salted lips,

the husky sea and the atonement

of death, I called you my tale

of the bull horn and familiar voice.

Crack through the corn cobs, through

the years that seem to spell-up without

answers or digestion. But you and I,

by heaven’s chapel and heaven’s cattle

left to graze, unkilled, we are sparrows

after a summer rain, blind still, but finding

shape in our children, and in and by the doorways

we have and have not conquered. We are

the mantle where crystals breathe their energy, and

we are the same as twenty years ago, having only

each other in this place of senseless oblivion, having

what others always long for, rich together

and forever as midnight.



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst




Published “Setu” 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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