Seasick

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Seasick

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            Lovers of winter

weep for the strange

constellation that

gave birth to their

joining.

 

            Notes of music rise

like a boy

from the river

giving air to a free

sadness

 

            I remember

how well & true

your lips established mine

with their tenderness

 

            There beside you,

mute & marvelling, we should have

given less

to the shadows . . .

 

            for the firedogs have

crept into the rainwater,

and your smile

splits the cloudbanks

no more

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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How The Sky Came

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How The Sky Came

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When I was a grain of sand,

I saw a rainbow robe

the sea – the weather passed

and turned me into

rock.

 

When I was a rock

dust and tears made a bed

inside of me, until

a mountain I rose.

 

When I was a mountain,

protecting beasts and people

from the city’s pillaged tongue,

giving them sanction

beneath my hard shawl,

a hand swept down

and destroyed my peace,

turning me into sky:

 

a castle for the stars.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Poetry Pacific” November 2017

http://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca/2017/11/1-poem-by-allison-grayhurst.html

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Published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/when-the-sky-came.m4a?_=2

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Humpback

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Humpback

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I give this flower,

these historic eyes

to the Atlantic whale, who will perform

for me a symphony of genius. Hungry, we will

rob one another of mistrust,

caress each other’s hairless skin,

holding things that gravity cannot forsake.

Once safe in the ocean’s dune,

we will open our eyes, our mouths,

swallowing moonlight like pirates

from a ship.

Together through

the salted plasma we will swim and hope

for the violence born by medieval fear,

promoted by division

and encouraged by judgement

to be terminated by an acknowledgment

of identical love

(which is not accident).

Tenderly we will axe the human prejudice;

and the child and calf, rubbing wing and arm

will know the blessing of a marvelous unity,

which has been concealed to the point

of near extinction.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Social Justice Poetry, May 2017

https://www.socialjusticepoetry.com/6134/humpback-a-social-justice-poem-by-allison-grayhurst

https://www.socialjusticepoetry.com/poet-bios/allison-grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/humpback.m4a?_=3

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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