Walking – Allison Grayhurst

 

A grain I throw

in the water, floating, ready to

sink. I see you – thin as anyone

must be living on such an edge – tense

and tired of holding your breath. So many years –

a raging prophet, flailing your limbs

to keep the barnacles off, to keep the ones you love

close and to keep your mission in perfect purity.

 

These days the summer is dried spit on the pavement.

It opens my eyes to the struggle everywhere – pigeons

waiting for water, children running up the dry incline,

facing a bridge, the great restructuring.

 

You, riding the gilded wing – love is like the Earth’s dirt,

necessary, elemental, and its smell, saturated with memories.

I love you: Sometimes it is easy.

Sometimes I am a woman in God’s funnel cloud,

bending back to look, but seeing only storm.

 

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three times nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, she has over 950 poems published in over 400 international journals. She has twelve published books of poetry, seven collections, nine chapbooks, and a chapbook pending publication. She lives in Toronto with her family. She is a vegan. She also sculpts, working with clay. Learn more at www.allisongrayhurst.com.

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Child Unconceived – Allison Grayhurst

 

Tomorrow may bring you nearer

            to me, but then it may cause

                        grief that no instinct nor love could

                                    rectify.

If I cannot form the dustgrain of your life

            in my womb, cannot carry

                        your limbs within my belly proud

                                    and drench my veins

with our combined blood –

(you and I merged for a time, guiltless,

            expressing the earthy essence of God

                        with each our individual heartbeats),

                                    then be damned my entrails

and this longing

                        that drives my impatient summer.

 

            When I see your face for the first time,

                        and your father and I behold your

                                    living smile, be sure

there will be a depth of welcome

            that no hardship could turn cold

                        nor ever diminish.

 

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three times nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, she has over 950 poems published in over 400 international journals. She has twelve published books of poetry, seven collections, nine chapbooks, and a chapbook pending publication. She lives in Toronto with her family. She is a vegan. She also sculpts, working with clay. Learn more at www.allisongrayhurst.com.

 

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