I bend in mourning

bending to the loss of someone

so familiar –

your nurture-needing eyes

and a temperament of molten lava

whose tone was innocent and unrefined.

I see you now in the doorway,

flat and tensing but never moving,

then at ease with me as a soft sigh

overcomes you.

Born in a tight spot –

resigned to a tight spot – isolated

from all but me.

So strange, hard and pure,

unlike any feline I’ve ever known.

I will miss you, loving you

as one who didn’t belong.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Antarctica Journal” September 2017



First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Poetry from 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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