Your days were lived

scaling rooftops then

plunging into the thick, consuming

atmosphere of guilt, humiliation

and child-like extremes of love.

Your years were frantic like

under the current of an undecided wind,

yet focused in their steady intensity,

hopeful in their reliance on God and the visions

that bent you backwards and left no pretence in tact.

Your light was prophetic, almost too

much for the human mind to bear.

You gave to the beggars, never forgetting

the cold weight of ten years in chains.

Your wife was the balm for your difficult

passions, the one who held you when all was spent

and you writhed on the floor, at her feet, foaming at the

mouth like a beaten horse.

Your gift was unmatched by others who grew

beside you in vanity and glory.

Your gift was once my lifeline, remains with me

like something kindred, always

a stepping stone.



Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Eleventh Transmission – Issue 1” under the title “Mentor”

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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.







Demon of everglade beauty

of the dark space around the


Sensitive to the point of sickness.

Deep-set eyes like the eyes

of some brooding god,


the earth to pieces.

Breath of an invalid, gambler

& saint, weighed down by


Breath of grey and yellow 

skies above you, blood red

buried beneath bone and


Hand of a writer, 

naked without a pen,

like a new-born bird


from its nest: flesh on fire.

Apocalypse mind, opener

of the seventh seal. Mentor of all


Christ-like visions swarm your mind.

Ravaged by depression,

by high ideals that


out your ribs, one by one

into the thick day.



Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst


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First published in “The Affiliate”, 1997



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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.