I walk into a forbidden marsh,

to rest from the penalty of my dreams.

I place my head on a pile of wet debris

and wait to see who or what approaches.


If everything was in line with a harmonic tune,

with the uniting truth, then my hopes

would not cling like leaches to my thighs,

reducing me with malnourishment.

I could piece together a path to travel

out of this marsh, out of the gloom

and rotting mulch.


As it is, I am overdrawn,

my bucket is cracked

and my clothes outgrown.

The wind has always scooped me into

its scarcity and a solitary translation

without recognition.

No one sees me or needs me anymore.


The marsh is my devoured saving.

The stench of what is left fills my nostrils,

reminds me of my stagnation,

is the rising gaseous force

of my obvious doom.


Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst

“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher


Published in “Fevers of the Mind” June 2023



First published in “Vatsalaradwritingworld Magazine” May 2023



Published in “Our Poetry Archive 100 Anniversary Issue”, July 2023



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