Rodents and Wings


Rodents and Wings



Days of holding up the second wall,

sustaining with syringe feedings and lifting

the broken Venetian blinds.

Days of extremes, straining to stay afloat

in a flood of despair and then given a

miracle season of joy until misfortune overtook again.


You told me to walk, and I did. You told me

in order to heal the wound, I must first see the wound.

You told to keep the water moving,

make waves with my hands and never stop

stroking the surface.

I loved without complaint- washed tiny toes in the sink,

kissed a forehead, made medicine in the kitchen.

My efforts worked, for a while

until they stopped working and death had its claim.


At the exact moment of death as I watched a body

struggle to sustain breath then stop struggling,

you gave me sight to see a spirit rising,

speaking of thanks and love and vows,

showed me the ropes of attachment, strings of light

that need release before a soul can give way to illumination,

dissolve intact, no vigor or sorrow, but merging with the whole,

into the light that is blackness, that is not void

but the absorption of all colour, holy.


You showed me and still I grew angry and embittered,

at a loss for comfort, destroyed of trust.

Two days I lingered enveloped in this terrible flame,

weeping, separated from the dance. On the third day,

you came again, pointing out

a passage of perfect meaning, allowing the sun

to glow and others to be stronger than me.


Crystal patterns converging. A crack muted,

a rift mended and filled, memories

and the harshness of a permanent end.

Two islands to surrender to,

two secrets painted on the beach,

on the backyard shed, in the inside,

giving in fully to emptiness overtaking,

as the calm begins to carve out a niche

where it can revive, return pure, all parts

tethered faithfully to the wind.


© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst


First published in “On Possibility: Poems and Poetry” January 2018


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Animal Culture (rules of commitment) in progress:

Do animals have culture?
Yes! The great wisdom
of Earth spoke.

And She spoke –
Having faith in God
is trusting God’s faithfulness.


Art either gives what is longed for
or what is unexpected.
The best art gives both, simultaneously.

© by Allison Grayhurst 2018

Book 28: The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst 

Book 28

The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst 

(2018, Edge Unlimited Publishing; ASIN: B078TJTY37; ISBN-13: 978-1983534270; ISBN-10: 1983534277)


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Book 28 – The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst

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River – Songs from the Poetry of Allison Grayhurst featured in Synchronized Chaos- December’s Issue

River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst


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Interviews about “River – Songs from the Poetry of Allison Grayhurst” and three poems

A Little Bit of Magic: That’s what happens when a singer/songwriter and a poet team up


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River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst



Animal Sanctuary – the song and the poem


River – songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst



The Poem:


Animal Sanctuary


He turns his hawk head

to view the shells of turtles streaking

the still-shroud of water in tanks

as blue as sky.


He lifts a leg and talons tensed,

pivots to defend against an enclosing shadow.


With whitish eyes and an impossible urge

to fly, he hops along his man-made perch toward

the cages where squirrels leap

from metal to wood, scattering like leaves

in unpredictable flurry.


He listens to the ducks’ lipless sounds.


Spring, he will never experience again, nor know

the scent of a pent-up life released like

sunflowers blooming, or the feel of the moon,

colder but more comforting than being touched.


He is without time or tribe,

and like fire, he haunts

by just being.



Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “UC Review”, 1996/1997




Ground Bird Flown


Ground Bird Flown


Layers of clear

rainbow shine guide

you through the pyramid portal into

open air revelation.

Joy on a stick, in your soft eyes,

closed in death, with permanent grace.


For all the gifts your gave,

daily miracles, flutterings,

vocalizations, accumulating in song.

For your fragile vessel, energy octave

higher than us wingless dwellers.


Your fearless power streaked

into the lining of your feathered coat,

patterned gold thick veins

washed in sparkling sand.


Beautiful Sage of the flowerbed gardens,

the blueberry, the hempseed swallow,

fearless messenger, angelic power

bound in a small body, you were 

loved completely for everything

that you were, gave,

held lifeforce for. You were

soft, demanding and rich

with good humour


stretching, expanding

higher, wider, wings aflare, lifting

in pure vibrant dance, puffed and proud,

your freedom actualized, raised

only inches off the ground.



Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst


To be published in Synchronized Chaos, October 2017


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Yesterday was a good day

indoors, all of us, in this changing sea

of deliverance, in this sometimes orange,

sometimes turquoise, little wood of home.

Paradise, we know your name, we stayed with you

yesterday, and you tore apart our darkness, joined us

like one stone.

Thank you for the children and the animals, thank you

for soulmate love and friendship, and for the sadness

we feel as winter approaches. On this inlet the wind

is clean, and we are always dancing or singing or making

new ways to put words.

The grass we walk in is prophesy – none

of this can die or be corrupted.

Yesterday was a good day. This place is a good place

This family is a herd of whales cresting

on the rush of a wave. And I who have found my belonging,

am so very in love

with each and all.



Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “The Peregrine Muse” July 2017


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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder

“I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.