Hawk

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Hawk

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Paradise bound

by doubt’s heavy claw.

 

Our promises were

fracturing. The hour

melted into sleep

then confusion.

 

In the bed where our stones

were gathered like oracles

of deliverance came the touch

of communion, your hands

crossing my boundary flesh.

 

Splitting the atmosphere,

and your eyes, feverish with love’s

great skill.

 

You circled me,

sliding down

through the stronghold space

between, entered

and gave what in tomorrow

I may never find.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” June 2018

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The Leap

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The Leap

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            His body

has fallen

onto the pyramid’s point.

            Pyramid

of passion’s climb, edge of

water of sunstroke-sea.

            Thunder

in his bones, contagious,

moves through his nails and

            hairstrands.

Has one dedication – to seek

and scream. Has no

            mother

no rite of passage to

soak him in strength.

            Thunder

of hard fought-for joy.

He tosses and turns at

            the tip,

on his heels.

He lies flat, feet and arms

            spread

like some great animal,

fossilized, once

in flight.

 

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” June 2018

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Tearing Roots

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Tearing Roots

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Guilt that shatters

the skull of megalomaniacs.

 

Guilt that motivates early morning

extremes, pacts and dubious proposals.

 

He was paralyzed in the playground,

taking years to say a single

            no – A childhood

filled furies and thieves.

A child that carried sharpened pencils

in his pockets.

 

A child in bed, in a lucid dream

of horrid hands rising from the floor,

tugging his dangling foot, pulling

his hair and leaching

his pores of their juice.

 

Now he rides beyond the blasphemy

of his youth, beyond his

innocence murdered by a careless

tyrant’s siege.

 

Out of his husk, his form

swims, pursuing a small but majestic

harbour

glow.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

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