Everything turns


Everything turns


to betrayal and back,

to tainted forgiveness and the green bread

rising on the shelf, covered in bacteria.

Everything falls short of wonder, lasts only moments

until the toothache, the heartache, the slug inching

its way across the hot shadeless deck.

Everywhere is quicksand and venom from the ones

that claim they love – burnt hairs on the head,

a chipping away at the sacred bliss of true sensitivity.

Everyone loses the game, reaches for a glimpse

of angelic feet and receives one solitary teacup handle

glowing to show the way.

Everything is waiting on death,

for death’s drop from the dream.

Everytime it is the trying that counts,

the heart willing to release its hardness, again,

jump out, look up and serve the ball

(gravity and all)

to the faraway stars.



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Excavation” July 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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