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my child

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your skin alone is as soft as

a goldfish-back,

your smile is my last breath

and your lips puckered for cooing are

a glorious gain of candy apples.

We two are now three

merged in the depths

of touch and long stares.

In the trinity hug, we delight in

the smell of your fresh-washed hair.

We look into your navy eyes,

whispering words you can’t understand.

We break the shell of just-us-two. You,

entering our sphere like a beautiful dream.

You, a gentle symphony that changes everything,

like the touching of the stuff of fairytales.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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In Preparation

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Down is the way I carry

this new soul in my mouth,

like the weight of pure responsibility.

I am glued to nature, my laugh is

no longer mine but is the sound

of soil breaking beneath the plough.

I have been here alone for over eight months,

and it is heavy like an arm that has

fallen asleep. It is good in so many ways –

a vision completing itself, like the brushing

of wet hair in the sun.

The bulk of this tiny being in my belly

is the paradox that lifts and roots at once,

is the dancing of the spirit in the earth’s

thick mud. The crib is waiting for her weight.

Her father dreams of her sweet mouth and eyes. Fragile

as the essence of flesh, she has wooed me with

her kicks and turn, with her yawns through

the ultrasound shade

and the scratching of her cheek.

Soon we will see her and all her beautiful colours.

I begin to be overwhelmed. I am gathering my

childhood jewels, gathering

all my totems to meet the unveiled gaze

of her glory.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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Pregnant

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The ringing bells,

the stone on high

that falls like a swan

with broken wings

are things that hound me

with a chill and send my peace reeling.

I wait for you under the arches –

May, June, July until November.

I am a silk sheet changing to a

woolly blanket – breasts and tummy large

like mother-icon, and the end is

a far way off. To meet your tiny eyes

is what contains me beyond the fear

of crazy labour and the pure moon

that swallowed my name. This is earth

finally, complete with no open edges.

Like another country’s familiar animal are my

swollen ankles and weighted walk.

Sometimes I am bewitched by this declaration

of my mortal being and sometimes, trapped

in the change like a cat behind closed windows.

Will I be good to you, little one? Will it be

natural, our song and our rain? You come

without earned ugliness, wriggling inside.

We breathe as one, though still

to each other’s heart and form we remain

as strangers.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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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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