Dog-eyes like a morning
I dream of sending you
from the mountain,
where we would go
flooded with lyric & hazy light.
By the campfire furnace,
chasing the breeze through
the haunted wood. And then,
by the river, by daylight,
your tongue outstretched to cup bee.
Your oversized ebony head gliding through
the water like a dolphin’s.
Under the bridge, on the railroad tracks,
your muscles moved erecting
monuments of innocence and incomparable strength.
Past the fence, past
my sight, releasing sounds of excitement, sounds
of a simple, language bark,
as you ran
thunderous & dark
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Communicators League” June 2017
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.