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Seasick

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            Lovers of winter

weep for the strange

constellation that

gave birth to their

joining.

 

            Notes of music rise

like a boy

from the river

giving air to a free

sadness

 

            I remember

how well & true

your lips established mine

with their tenderness

 

            There beside you,

mute & marvelling, we should have

given less

to the shadows . . .

 

            for the firedogs have

crept into the rainwater,

and your smile

splits the cloudbanks

no more

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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