You Shaped My Song, Then Left


You Shaped My Song, Then Left



Voyaging down beside the worms

through the abscess of earth to hold

a gem stone sinking.


My roots have been seized

by their rival the wind,

unable to alter the atmosphere.


My love leans between

opposing worlds, wanting

to erect hope where hope

can no longer sustain.


This place of uncommon intensity,

a place a little closer to the window

where my thoughts can rest on only

the setting sun and you.



© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Raven Cage, Issue 26” September 2018





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