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

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

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

 

 

Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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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

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/11/kaita/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/12/nocturnal-souls/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2018/05/08/when-he-rides/

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Scryptic

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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

https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2018/05/28/when-he-rides/

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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

http://users.synapse.net/kgerken/

Click to access Y-1807.pdf

Ygdrasil, July 2018-1807

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

https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2018/05/30/paper-man/

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