Sanguine

Posted on May 10, 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

Sanguine

One small awakening to accept

acceptance – a lethargic arm on my shoulder

weighing down. Air that is security

has never been my ocean.

I have never been able to trigger kinships

in a field of sunlight. No light

has more volume.

I am content in places where my imagination can reign,

where definition is arbitrary, redundant,

and not very useful.

I tried to love you, dive into your trachea, show

you the substance that enriches my cells. But we have

different vocations: I make windows. And you stand outside

with your scales of distraction, participating, socially at ease.

You have grown tall, wedded as you are

to the world’s expectations.

What once was lean, marvelously eccentric,

has become typical, robust

as an animated ideal.

You gave up your awkward insecurities, replaced them

with suave affection and loveless sex. You are not warm,

though you feign warmth. You know how to act –

teeth set in alignment, and your apparel – clean of cat hairs,

with the appropriate amount of ingenuity,

just enough to generate interest but not alarm.

Old people are getting older and dying,

they can hardly believe

it has come down to this. They lose their lovers,

have appendages aching with weakness – fingers

that cannot move on cue to stroke a cheek,

fingers that want to flesh out, plump up,

become tantalizing again.

I have taken you with my fingers,

awakening the soft space between

your naval and groin. I have laid across,

massaged every ounce of need

into the vulnerable region separating your hipbones.

And I would go further.

But you have no natural shade,

and it is too exhausting to keep toting around your wares.

You supplied me with inspiration. The postage is paid.

I must move closer to the edge of the road for you.

I must make room,

walk past, surpass, enter

my Rosewood red front door, without.

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First published in “Napalm and Novocain”, 2014

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Published in “Wax Poetry and Art Magazine”, Volume 3, Number 5, 2014

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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.

Book reviews of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels,
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,” Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

When

Posted on May 5, 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

When

When I was a fish the morning light

brought me near the shark’s skilled swim.

I would hide behind rocks and sea urchins, watching

octopi and their slow contracting movement.

When I was an octopus, my tentacles could think.

I knew of things like volcano ruptures and how

to escape fishnets and other forms of human capture.

When I was a deer I was in union, safe with my clan,

grazing in the lion’s domain.

When I was a lion, female, tense with the hunt,

protective of my playful young, I knew of thirst

and days without food, retreating from the large and

ever-present sun.

When I was a baby child, it felt like there was a stone

stuck in my throat and a restlessness

racing through my limbs.

I cried and cried when I was a baby, unfamiliar

with this daunting helpless form.

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First published in “The Galway Review”

Allison Grayhurst – Five Poems

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When

Review of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:
“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder.