Colour of Earth


Colour of Earth



        Should I be

an aqueduct of faith

flowing and falling

onto the paralyzed streets?

        I know flowers

are infinite. I know the way is

risk. But I cannot climb

that blistered mountain

or hope for a gentle wind to save.

        My mirror-ghost rises whole

with tangible flesh, too visible to bear.

        And clouds obsess me.


Green forever. Green is

the ego waning and love

that grows in wild orchards.

        Red is our age and our wait

for greatness inside the owl call.

        Turn here, turn there – kill

the wheel and the virgin flight.


        So much unanswered. So much

we must inevitably lose.



Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst




Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2018



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