Missed the Mark


Missed the Mark



I felt I could almost run

the passage.


But the mist and

the naked days

of winter’s burning


made my head heavy and

a purpose too slender to follow.


A twisted brightness came crashing

through the ghosts surrounding.


Nothing but a comforting

numb held my feet to the ground.


I thought my blood was more

than words. I thought to claim

my flesh anew.


But love shifts like coastal waters

and only the drumming tides

of error and time

can guide me now –






Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst




.First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

5 Poems by Allison Grayhurst



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