my child

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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

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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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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

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Our Children Are Orchards

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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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Anniversary

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Anniversary

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Thick and frantic rapids

moved us to believe

that the natural law is sensual.

We walked to islands of

greeny coverage, placed our

hands together and eyed the

circling hawk.

We watched the rocks

with their majestic edges and strange white

colours as the water cupped them in its

thin transparent palms, promising to awaken

a memory of primal wonder.

The gulls speckled the cliffs as the

red-winged bird remembered its song.

We stood and stared at the heavy

waters falling, and in its thunderous

movement, we joined – contained

by our true love.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 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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We Walk Again

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We Walk Again

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            We walk again, becoming

the watery breath of lovers

touched by the same vision.

            We feed our skins again

on the shifting flame

that burns all natural affliction.

            We kiss again on home ground,

and do the things of togetherness,

full of letters and sighs and the bones

of our ancestry.

            We stand under the umbrella,

nearing the darkness but staying alive.

            We release all secrets

drenched in the soft light

of a fluid and tender joy.

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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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Autumn

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Autumn 

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Throw in the towel.

Throw in the left side of your brain.

Remember now to speak against

the polliwogs infiltrating your dreams.

A dozen ships have sunk under the banner

of righteous revenge. Still, people

are talking about the end, as if

such a thing was predictable.

The end will come but not with wings of fire

or because of the clocking of the millennium.

Children are new. Antelopes are running

unharvested fields. Death has no beauty, though

some will tell you different, some who have never

touched lips with Death or felt Its cold, eternal hold.

There are patterns in the fallen leaves that none but

the birds can know. Wait now for winter, for something

immaculate to cover up, then to renew, the old.

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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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A Month Before Birth

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A Month Before Birth

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Prepared to swing the branches,

steady like in days of another year,

when time was mine to pull apart,

to drive depression from my sphere.

But bluish grey is all I see through

these pregnant eyes. I see a change I cannot

cope with, and separation between those I love.

I see my dead father in every footstep and

wish to fade like the autumn leaves

into colours of gold and fire before I become

the earth’s seasonal meat, before I am

further gone down the road of inevitable fate

where I lose over and over the letters of my name,

where my core is chipped and isolation

is my sole companion.

I don’t see how the clock can turn or how I

can be stronger yet against this undertow.

But I bend and bend, and have not

broken, and soon

a child will come.

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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

.

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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If We Are So Lucky

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If We Are So Lucky

If we are so lucky to know your face,

to touch your newly made skin,

to read to you in the mornings

and go walking in the afternoon . . .

If we can be complete under November winds,

maybe the hole my father’s death

left within will heal, enough

so the sun won’t pass me over.

In the hope of you and your perfect

dependency, we make meals at the counter,

lye together on the coach, touched by

vague expectation and awe. We are here

together at the throne of mystery.

Here, as my body stretches to welcome you.

If we are so blessed to smile into your eyes,

to hold you after midnight, then my father’s voice

I could hear in waking wonder

as he says – be happy and carry on.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

3005

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

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

.

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

.

“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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