World away of hollows
where light escapes, gets
through, flourishes in the
sluggish dream of humans.
World of many layers – up
to pure communion and down
with the languishing un-animal beasts.
Rivers that flow and merge, travel down.
Oceans rise up, their surfaces new,
surfaces discovered – air, sometimes just
air, other times, divine space where eyes
can come close in, examine the stars.
World away of purple and gold,
merging lava with its harmony above.
Thorns that wake the many sleepers,
places where forgiveness is the only escape.
Stones are mirrors, their surfaces blurred,
their boundaries unmasked and glorious flowers are
World away where the faith in money
is a mouse-trap, catching souls, keeping them there,
broken and anguishing.
World above of pure worship
and simple communion – smells move like lust,
desires amplified, approved,
like electric current-catalysts
for standard-accepted-forms of fulfilment.
Colours of elms and of eagles, everything
less thick and less challenging.
Heads up, love
the obvious go-to solution.
World away of patchwork tunnels,
going down, going up, a journey
matched in the imagination –
many dimensions, many limitations
added or lifted.
Moon half. Moon whole.
World away where
walking forward with truth at the helm
is the maker of glory,
a living lucky charm.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” September 2020
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