Desire

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Desire

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does not come

like tolerance, learned,

worked for. Withstanding

cruelty, dry lips,

wild pain, it grows larger

than love and God and grows

until all gestures reveal it.

 

Secretly in the shade of devotion,

it rages. Crouching behind churches and

stairwells, it tongues its drug sweeter

than touch. Burns the stomach, starves

the heart of faithful riches.

 

When it comes it has no error

nor the unanchored presence

of doubt.

 

When it comes, it comes riding,

circling like nightfall

the soul’s great yolk.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Green Haven and You

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Green Haven and You

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I dream this early morning of

        you, trading

all you own for love.

Birds walk on water, cooing the river

        still. Two bones

lie buried beside the bank,

grey with decay, anonymous

as each fallen red-vein leaf.

        I walk to your favourite rock,

still cold from night. There are

ten stars in the sky

        visible as ten snowy owls

undone by dawn.

        I dream of you across the vaulted miles.

You live inside my forming smile and in

        the colours flooding the horizon, in

the almost-zenith sun,

advancing.

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Gloria

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Gloria

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We share the small wonder

of intimacy’s beat,

the gentleness of communion,

the hot pang of merging souls.

 

We move elemental like water

through the boundaries

that cage in

our beliefs.

 

Dream that speaks without armour.

Sister found

in your woman-flesh

and sheltering smile.

 

Words we use for hours

are not you and me, but crimes

revealed, skulls naked of skin and brain,

hands left as is – all logic aside.

 

Inside your blood,

the angels cry,

the fig tree finds

its open stream.

 

We stalk the endless cycle,

bringing vision

to our mute and lonely

worlds.

 

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Affiliate” December 1995

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Over the Wishing Pond

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Over the Wishing Pond

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I run with the fool of winter,

with pity frozen to my feet.

 

In this town without mountains,

I escape by singing to

the subway walls.

 

Beggars fly by my window.

 

A friend’s soft neglect invades

my ears, my blood and happiness.

 

It is the way of nausea and anarchy,

and the signs

from the seagulls still

echo through the parking lot.

 

There is no shelter in naked revenge,

only a serpent racing up and down

the walls. Only outside, a dozen animals

sitting ready for battle.

 

I want midnight and perfect noon sun.

I want to obliterate

the sickness that spreads across

this isolated terrain, leave everything

outlined in light.

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First published in “The Amethyst Review, Volume 1, Issue 2”  Summer 1993

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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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When I Close My Eyes

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When I Close My Eyes

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The voice I hear soothes my unwatered ribs,

speaks generous and strong that the

stagnant heat that has made them brittle

will pass like a wave that passes

over a rock, accommodating yet

still whole. The heat will die like heat

eventually does, rising up into

God’s all-absorbing arms.

I will be removed from the vulture pit,

and when removed the pit will be remembered

as a womb, and with my gifts I will be praising

its every depth and syllable. I will not

be forgotten though no different than

others who cry out in need.

The voice I hear that heads my heart

soothes my flesh-stripped knees,

singing of mercy, indestructible.

 

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First published in “First Offense” Issue 10, 1996

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Giving Roses and Bread

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Giving Roses and Bread

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I turned

I will not turn again

from your sad space & ruin.

 

No wand no crocodile

tongue will shut

me out.

 

The hour is blood,

is coiling, locked in

your iron skull.

 

Your back is straight

for the first time in months &

your fingers tap the table one by one.

 

I saw you climb

the ladder & crash.

I saw the marrow leak from your bones.

 

I turned

I will not turn again.

My smile will be your shelter

 

and with my chains & circle

I will build for you a garden

where the crows will dance

 

to drown your madness

helpless then

gone.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Next Exit” Issue 21, 1993

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Last Gesture Before Sleep

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Last Gesture Before Sleep

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                Half way up the ladder

summit. Knocking

horns with the wounded antelopes, she

gives all

to a contemplative dare.

                She thinks of the worms

in her palm, the shooting star

of last night’s glory and

his lantern look, beyond

measure or magic.

                She wants his skull between

her hands, his toes warmed by her

fingers, and his eyes

fixed on her belly

and hips.

                Jealousy and sorrow, splitting

clouds and wishes over the blank wall.

Candlelight floods the sheets.

His body like a large root lies,

almost angry from kisses.

                She crawls over him,

(covering like a shell)

and drives her loneliness

into realms of unforgettable

peace.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “oasis” , 1996

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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