Nocturnal Souls

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Nocturnal Souls

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Those pure, breathable love-notes

written on Japanese paper.

Our house, rain-cold

with dawn dying in every corner.

 

When you sleep

I believe I am made of ice. I travel

in my frozen figure, spiralling,

drilling up

into God’s domain. While you, flat

amongst the covers, breathe slow like

roots, touchable, sacred

as the shadows of my mortality are born

then perish in the wind’s mute philosophy.

Loneliness infects us all. You have told me,

there will never be a simpler tomorrow.

 

Cut flowers lean their bloom on pale walls.

I drop my mouth like wine dripped

on your shoulder.

You wake and find me,

hauntingly yours.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2918

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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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Kaita

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Kaita

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It is sort of colourless,

the Earth. Though

I can hear the voice of spring,

I cannot help being disappointed at the slow

blooming flowers, that grow up

pursing the sun

to no avail.

Then I see the long boneless bodies

of angels

ascending like arrows

into the depths of a starless sky,

and I think to myself that he

who has gone into

shadows, hissing a private song

is much better off with his visible scars than

their invisible wings.

And I wonder, will he come home

or pass like water between unwebbed feet, to the ocean

where all that is written

is washed away with the sand?

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf

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Sister

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Sister

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With your random intimacy, you gather

like a fresh season

in my unchanging days.

The letters I write you

turn blue with sorrow, yellow

with self-lies.

I am a woman

bearing this seed of false explanations.

Am I meagre? Have I calculated

truth and love, inch by inch

as severable, solitary desires?

I am sinning beneath a half-moon, wanting

to shape my thighs perfectly,

but I have only two hands to mend this wound,

and even their double skill and devotion

is inefficient for such a task. It is better left

to trust, to fate,

to an open-hearted ruin.

I believe in your perfect happiness,

your nunnery in a Montreal duplex, your discipline.

I will join you someday, look into your priestly eyes

and feel once and for all

upright.

My mind is whitewashed.

Your smile is surfacing

like a cleaned glass swan.

On the shore or in the sandpit

we will arrive,

whether it take over night

or lifetimes.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018

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http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

 

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The Man and The Snake

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The Man and The Snake

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Fused, in flight

he dove with haste into the sand pit. So little now to feel,

but hummingbird fear, crushed pebbles and bitter pride.

He danced in the yellowish crevice, swinging

religious aging arms;

as if invisible like the silent atmosphere

of stopped clock hands and snowflakes falling.

The cobra cocked its head. Suspended in the shadows,

its boneless beauty shone with lust.

He touched its tail first, then tongue; rolled

like thunder down its fleshy throat,

kicking his heels against

the interior shell of the snake being.

Breathless, he begged for poison,

or relief.  The snake hissed –

           Tonight, you return to the womb. Close your eyes

           your sanctuary is complete.

His eyelids folded over like petals in a frost.

He kissed the dream, then followed his fate

home.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018

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Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018

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http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

 

 

Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf

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When He Rides

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When He Rides

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Unearthly dreams

illuminate him

where gardens

lay their petals to rest.

They creep now, his eyes,

into sad and forbidden

realms

of insanity’s broken weight.

 

Loose threads

dangling from his mind.

Loose thoughts

that have no ending.

Lost on his lips, something

unleashed like music, something

like my love.

 

        Find me alone

        inside bedroom walls,

        take these useless hands,

        allow them to touch

        the impossible

 

He makes the bell ring

He turns the lights off

He takes the bareback horse

and gallops

into the cutting dark.

 

The stars, they say,

lose all balance

when he rides.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018

Scryptic, Issue 2.1 – three poems, June 2018

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Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018

Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” 2018

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Paper Man

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Paper Man

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Those were the distances,

the attachment of your soul to mine,

where we slept in the windy valley

with that imbecile comedian

who would play the flute

and try to emulate your profound nature.

 

The day you opened the door and I walked in,

stared at your multi-coloured paintings,

grateful to eat your wonderous gifts,

I needed you like a bandage. I needed

my cigarettes, the nights outside in alleyways

fantasying formidable adventures

to express our courage.

 

Thank you for your arms

that veiled me from the eclipse

and the strangers you brought to my side

with God brewing strong in their stomachs

 

I never did get my housecoat

or the dance in the traffic I so wanted.

They tell me you are going far,

to great planets that have no names.

 

On my bare belly,

our hands once joined.

 

You are on stage, singing,

drenched in a beautiful darkness.

 

You were my companion, lover

in the January frost.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018

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Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

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Published in “The Academy of the Heart and Mind” May 2018

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The Tongue

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The Tongue

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Through the back door

he took the baseball bat

and hammered the rattlesnake to death.

Feasting on decadence, he escaped the burning sunrise

and ate the last petal of the last rose.

No one could persuade him of unity,

not even her with her undulating promises of love.

He was saddled in the seat of pride,

turning eastward to raise a glass

to Armageddon.

She broke his removed look

with a touch of her tongue to his lips.

She tuned her hair to flames, and called out to follow.

As he lifted his hand to touch her skin,

she took him in a dream to a land where

people wandered intoxicated with sorrow,

on account of their ill-formed hearts,

where children were weary,

baptized by the grotesque art

of selfishness.

He called – adultery.

She called back – It is your accomplishment.

He watched her tongue turn to water then

drip on the grass, tuning the whole scene

into stone.

We must go she said. She said,

there is no belonging,

only intimacy achieved, fought for.

Without protest, he curled into her arms

hiding in peace, safe beneath her golden sails.

 

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” 2018

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Published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts” July 2018

Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

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