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

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

 

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

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

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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

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

Click to access Y-1807.pdf

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

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

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

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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