From the start I believed
in never bending, but now I am a weather-vane,
guided by singing.
Now, in movement I grow like a wild weed –
a glutton of untouched terrain.
I have put on the iron mask,
burned my skin for the battles
of another. That shore is sinking
and my globe has altered its axle.
I put away my grown-up philosophy
to live by impulse and the pity of God.
The task is done, the ice is swallowed.
It is time to love the gargoyles and create
a new form of beauty.
© Allison Grayhurst
Excerpt from the book “Trial And Witness – Selected Poems”
About the Author
Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems have been nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, and she…
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