Together like odours

that merge in a closed room,

blending indistinguishable,

we are continual – each the same

as the other – in plague breath, in worries,

and in peace-filled joys, hopes that restore

strength and future paths beautifully unfolding.


So we decorate inside, never letting on

how much care we give to each detail.

Truth is kind to us as we hold hands across

the sofa, smiling at each other because

there is no corruption between us, no hidden

regrets or festering resentments when we see each other

we see a gift of eternal faithfulness, a lifetime pact,

sure-footed, winged and light and rich as honey

on the tongue, as a friendship that has never betrayed

or grown stale, and a love in a constant cycle of aching,

being satiated, counting on satiation and thresholds

reached and surpassed, sensuously mastered

together, often weary, but never of each other.


Only you are my love, bound

like the stem to its flower,

and the hawk to its sharp eye.

We will give nothing to the rest

that does not join our great love,

tries to defile our green fields flowing

or make us believe in less than this miracle.

For all things of life are ours –

our veins, our holy light-strings,

intensely locked, tenderly alive.



Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst

“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher



Published in “Otherwise Engaged Literature and Arts Journal” July 2023

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Published in “Raven Cage Zine Issue 79” April 2023

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Published in “Winamop” May 2023


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