my child

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my child

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your skin alone is as soft as

a goldfish-back,

your smile is my last breath

and your lips puckered for cooing are

a glorious gain of candy apples.

 

We two are now three

merged in the depths

of touch and long stares.

In the trinity hug, we delight in

the smell of your fresh-washed hair.

We look into your navy eyes,

whispering words you can’t understand.

We break the shell of just-us-two. You,

entering our sphere like a beautiful dream.

You, a gentle symphony that changes everything,

 

like the touching of the stuff of fairytales.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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In Preparation

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In Preparation

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Down is the way I carry

this new soul in my mouth,

like the weight of pure responsibility.

I am glued to nature, my laugh is

no longer mine but is the sound

of soil breaking beneath the plough.

I have been here alone for over eight months,

and it is heavy like an arm that has

fallen asleep. It is good in so many ways –

a vision completing itself, like the brushing

of wet hair in the sun.

The bulk of this tiny being in my belly

is the paradox that lifts and roots at once,

is the dancing of the spirit in the earth’s

thick mud. The crib is waiting for her weight.

Her father dreams of her sweet mouth and eyes. Fragile

as the essence of flesh, she has wooed me with

her kicks and turn, with her yawns through

the ultrasound shade

and the scratching of her cheek.

Soon we will see her and all her beautiful colours.

I begin to be overwhelmed. I am gathering my

childhood jewels, gathering

all my totems to meet the unveiled gaze

of her glory.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

3005

Our Children Are Orchards

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

 

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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If We Are So Lucky

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If We Are So Lucky

If we are so lucky to know your face,

to touch your newly made skin,

to read to you in the mornings

and go walking in the afternoon . . .

If we can be complete under November winds,

maybe the hole my father’s death

left within will heal, enough

so the sun won’t pass me over.

In the hope of you and your perfect

dependency, we make meals at the counter,

lye together on the coach, touched by

vague expectation and awe. We are here

together at the throne of mystery.

Here, as my body stretches to welcome you.

If we are so blessed to smile into your eyes,

to hold you after midnight, then my father’s voice

I could hear in waking wonder

as he says – be happy and carry on.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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Pregnant

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Pregnant

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The ringing bells,

the stone on high

that falls like a swan

with broken wings

are things that hound me

with a chill and send my peace reeling.

I wait for you under the arches –

May, June, July until November.

I am a silk sheet changing to a

woolly blanket – breasts and tummy large

like mother-icon, and the end is

a far way off. To meet your tiny eyes

is what contains me beyond the fear

of crazy labour and the pure moon

that swallowed my name. This is earth

finally, complete with no open edges.

Like another country’s familiar animal are my

swollen ankles and weighted walk.

Sometimes I am bewitched by this declaration

of my mortal being and sometimes, trapped

in the change like a cat behind closed windows.

Will I be good to you, little one? Will it be

natural, our song and our rain? You come

without earned ugliness, wriggling inside.

We breathe as one, though still

to each other’s heart and form we remain

as strangers.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

3005

Our Children Are Orchards

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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In The Fire

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In The Fire

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With blood I cried,

I cried for you,

for this knocking on my ribs

and for a loss like the formless

angels would know.

I cried with panting breath

and wanted this and all life to go

into the picture frame, away

from the ‘very real’.

I held my knees and felt the humid

air encase me like a crushing prong.

You moved in violent spin,

making your presence known.

I felt my inadequacies and my ugliness

like cold metal pressed against my throat.

I reached hysteria, then came out into the calm,

seeing my lover’s eyes in the small space

between my fears. He took my hand and

I could breathe again. I could feel you were eased

and I heard a gentle whispering, saying

together as a family we three will live and grow.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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before

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before

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This child will come

like the spinning of a maypole –

strong colours entwined

and all her blood in unison

with the sun.

She will be a glorious bird,

sure of her place on this earth,

sure of the love that moves from

each breathing lung to the unseen stars,

tied to it all like water is to the shore,

like a night breeze coming to soothe

the summer day’s scorch.

She will be set free by her heart’s

irregular beat, unique in her beauty and

in her strength.

This child will come, welcomed

like a prayed-for dream.

We will hold her and know her –

our highest visions united then separated

into an infant being.

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.Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

3005

Our Children Are Orchards

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

.

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

.

“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.

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He Must

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He Must

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Bleak and thirsty, the child leaves the church steps

away from his mother. Older now, like a fledgling

facing a cat, he must learn when to take flight.

He must learn of such things as predatory eyes,

as the impersonal hardness of fangs and of heartbeats

that fade into nothingness, into the wind.

He must walk to the corner, stay in the schoolyard by himself,

speak his tongue to the stupid and the mean.

He must stay pure in his burning for heavenly muses,

not become hard in order to hurt the soulless souls

or to defend from the blunt weight of giggling cruelty. He must

take to the woods for awhile, alone with the elder trees,

block out the abuse in the lunch room –

seeking his kindred confidant

(for now)

in the unnameable stars.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947, a literary journal” April 2017

 

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

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