Under mosaic whisperings

Under mosaic whisperings


and cesspool attempts at betterment, spiritual

or otherwise, neuroses rise raw to the lips

to sip on again like the new day’s dew.

Hoisting up fences or spring saplings, laying

out books to see their titles and choose

between that or combustion. Enchantments shed

to make way for awareness that glimpses nirvana –

particles of burnt-out folly, at times, pervading.

        Bytes are streaming beaming supernova synchronistic

melting downs, past thresholds that cannot be returned from

or spoken about. Density surrounds

like the deep moist grey cold innards of a cloud.

Fish on a stick, in a stream, going around –

whirlpool blackholes to vanish in and touch upon an echo.

        Giving in to the storm, giving over to the voice repeating,

compressing joy and urgency into a single crescendo.

      Three days left to saw down the dead tree

and sweep the bird droppings from the driveway.

In three days the winds will pick up, and

looking out schoolbus windows, children

will be arriving at the campground,

close to letting loose, like lavender flowers

anticipating their first sunrise bloom.



.Copyright  © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Ginosko Literary Journal Issue 16” May 2015




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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.


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