Hello dead flower,
for all time now you will
be embedded inside of me.
I will love you, dead as you are,
withered like a left-out tomato.
I will cherish you, your deadness,
your smell and deep dead colour.
There – the funny shadow on the upper
wall – you killed my sun.
You left me here leaking my joy
all over the sofa.
Hello my dead flower,
let be whatever is, let it please
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Cacti Fur” June 2017
POETRY: ALLISON GRAYHURST – Exhumed
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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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