Kitten

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Kitten

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Cut glass on flesh.

 

Claws extended,

playfully

mean, pouncing

with dagger intent.

Ears folded, and then

 

the sweet distance

from leg to shoulder, tiny muscles

stretched, releasing a miracle purr.

 

Nose, nuzzling my hair

licking with love every

red knotted strand.

 

Head, light as a penny, nods,

slips away into sleep,

elemental.

 

© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

 

 

Lumin

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Lumin

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One of the greatest souls I ever met

was in the body of a rat.

She was pure and noble, dissolved

in gentle love, a smooth essence, easy

to dive into.

      Her name was Lumin- named by my son

after the Shaolin clan virtue Focus.

In truth, it may sound crazy, something many

would smirk at or mock – but here she was –

holding an infinity of tenderness in her rat eyes,

every day, every night with her rat toes, her Dumbo ears

and her rat tail.

      She had a brain tumour and lived a year with it –

recovering five times from the brink of death, holding space

in the chair, giving up her seat on the throne to stay with us.

Every night for hours we stayed together, often

just looking into each other’s eyes.

      No one could know. I could have never guessed

that I would love a rat this much,

that such an untroubled expansive heart

could dwell in one so small, so shunned and disrespected.

      She loved and was able to receive love

like a child with her mother.

She saved my son during two years of teenage despair.

That was her music. There was nothing hard in her, nothing

that did not soften into joy- even when she was ill.

When she died

 

five minutes she struggled, panicked, lunging for breath.

My hands went on her. I prayed for God

to intervene with mercy.

For five more minutes she stopped lunging, was at ease,

gasping slightly, then stopped gasping

and the light radiated through and around her body,

and her breath and the beating of her chest stopped. Now

she is at rest, delighting fully in the wave.

 

      One of the greatest friends I have ever had was a rat.

And I have and have lost many friends in many body forms –

she was a shrine of layered clarity and kindness. She

was a great being, a resting point in God’s creation.

      One of the greatest souls I have ever met

was in the body of a rat.

 

Please listen. please understand. Holy. Holy. Holy halleluiah.

We are all joined.

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 © 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Outlaw Poetry” July 2018

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Kaita

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Kaita

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It is sort of colourless,

the Earth. Though

I can hear the voice of spring,

I cannot help being disappointed at the slow

blooming flowers, that grow up

pursing the sun

to no avail.

Then I see the long boneless bodies

of angels

ascending like arrows

into the depths of a starless sky,

and I think to myself that he

who has gone into

shadows, hissing a private song

is much better off with his visible scars than

their invisible wings.

And I wonder, will he come home

or pass like water between unwebbed feet, to the ocean

where all that is written

is washed away with the sand?

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018

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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018

https://electronicpamphlet.wordpress.com/2018/06/30/two-poems-by-allison-grayhurst/

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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Rodents and Wings

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Rodents and Wings

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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

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

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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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Link to free download of book:

Book 28 – The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst

This book, The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst , and all of its content are the copyright © of Allison Grayhurst 2018

 

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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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Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/12/01/animal-sanctuary/

 

 

Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2014/02/06/10365/

 

 

Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/05/23/river-2/

 

 

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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

 

Links to poems:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/05/23/river-2/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2014/02/06/10365/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/12/01/animal-sanctuary/

 

The Album:

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