Nothing Without You

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Nothing Without You

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Like a hawk whose

shadow falls first on the mouse

before its talons carry the prey away,

so first falls the static shade

where confusion and useless struggles reign,

before the soul is scooped into a killing sleep,

and all that was familiar falls, below the manic moon.

 

I tried to give away the things I was wedded

to keep, I tried to drown in the fire of your demand,

but the wage was too high though my glass eyes still glow

for the house of your deliverance.

 

And in my bed where the prayers arrive to grip

and alter my unconscious flow, I feel you near like

a lover and like death, patiently waiting my embrace.

Your drink is wonderful, though

my passions falter and my habitual fears are relentless.

Your love beats the bitterness from my breast,

rips my nightmares

of their shields so that I crumble like a wood-stack with

one middle-wood-piece pulled, until I have

no reverie for all these worldly things.

 

And with my self-might crushed and your mercy

by my side, all but that love is made the fool,

subdued then denied.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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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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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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New Lovers

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New Lovers

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In rooms of wood

and desire’s breath

they move like beggars

in one another’s arms,

lulling their elements together,

lucky to forget the world outside, to live

inside passion’s timeless dark,

ebbing in their throats and loins and in

the touching of hands.

 

Blue like hot fire and like water

nakedly combined, the signature of love is

mounted on their foreheads & toenails,

on dust cloths and in the bathroom sink.

Fully revived, they are like infants

awake to all the animals and sounds

spirits make.

 

It floods them in dangerous peace.

It is shadowless, apple-pure, a blessing

to cling to when time drives their hearts

into realms of pride’s separate sleep.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Eskimo Pie” July 2015

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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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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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When I Close My Eyes

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When I Close My Eyes

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The voice I hear soothes my unwatered ribs,

speaks generous and strong that the

stagnant heat that has made them brittle

will pass like a wave that passes

over a rock, accommodating yet

still whole. The heat will die like heat

eventually does, rising up into

God’s all-absorbing arms.

I will be removed from the vulture pit,

and when removed the pit will be remembered

as a womb, and with my gifts I will be praising

its every depth and syllable. I will not

be forgotten though no different than

others who cry out in need.

The voice I hear that heads my heart

soothes my flesh-stripped knees,

singing of mercy, indestructible.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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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.

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