Mustard Seed

Posted on August 29, 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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Mustard Seed

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I know your name,

but not your face,

octagon of tiny wonder

changing as I move through

my days, cloaked in the drain

and joy of your mystery.

I think I can feel you sometimes

sitting beside me, playing games

with your sister and laughing with

all the rest.

I think of someone fiercely beautiful

merging souls so easily with the family-us.

I touch my belly, remaining clothed

in this still-normal body.

I turn the lights out early, happy

when I think of the future.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Peregrine Muse” July 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Our Little Pushkin

Posted on August 27, 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Little Pushkin

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In the mornings I watch

your sleeping face like

a chinadoll’s, perfect in every way.

I see your smile when you awake

like I would a waterfall on my street corner.

I see you curled tight with joy,

and flinch at the noon day sun.

When I hold you to feed, and you talk to me

with playful glee, I love you more than

my heart can carry.

I think this blessing is stronger than death,

strong like an acorn tree growing.

All night you rest on a pillow in my arms,

we play with bright coloured dangling things,

and your navy eyes open wide

as your legs begin dancing.

You watch and watch like a Buddha in disguise,

taking in life with a calm and thoughtful presence.

You are the spring’s first butterfly, an owl on my shoulder.

You are wonder incarnate, freely showing

what grows so beautiful inside of you.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Poetry at Sangam” March 2018

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Published in “Narrow Road, Monsoon Issue”, August 2017

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Light Rich With Innocence

Posted on August 21, 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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Light Rich With Innocence

(for Justin)

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Picking stones from the shore

to give your impressive, delicate

hands.

You repeat your

simple words, each time as a new

discovery, dramatic with joy.

On the rocking chair in your

uncle’s arms, your eyes glow strange

like flowers do to a heart burdened by grief.

You pick the small rocks, one by one,

pile them up – a rainbow tower that only

your pure imagination can see.

You hand them to me as gifts

from good fairies, smile

a smile that stretches higher than mountains.

You carry your jewels in a glass

showing them with proud delight.

They are to you, tiny miracles.

You kiss each one.

You bless and you

behold.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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