Where Gold is Blood
the tunnel darkly
to see the slash of Destiny.
Wherever the unquenchable heart
crosses the common path, grief hisses on the tongue,
and like a falcon drenched in acid, death
discolours the air. The wax is broken,
fingers are frozen, butterflies weep, and
no grain of wheat will rise.
what can only be given,
let the oil and ribbons fall.
Dreams are mortal, but not a vision,
for each must find the stride
of their chosen kin.
In his arms
In his arms the blind night sees. I see
an eagle's nest, and nocturnal
beasts rejoice. I see a path unbroken
by doubt and windows where moonlight slides in.
With all the weeping of disappointments
met and overcome, of drinking bitterness
like sleet and trouble beating vibrant
in moments of silence in dreams of something new,
he lies like a legend fossilized, asleep on his back,
giving worth to the whole of a lifetime's suffering,
worth to this continent of drizzling skies.
And I am lucky, more than fulfilled.
In his arms I can hear a prayer echoing
from the branches of trees, I can feel
my despair forgiven, cradled in a flow
Lessons at the End of the Rope
Be there to let the night wind in,
let it fill your bones with its darkness,
knead its spikes into each nerve,
until collapsed, unrecognizable, you
see yourself primal, stripped to the root
of ancestral fear, until you see
your house on fire, and all your children trapped.
Then begin with involuntary surrender
and let your eyelids hang limp and
the towel of your dignity too.
Let loneliness be your inheritance prize,
not the public judging eye.
Let the empty schoolyard be your bed.
Believe all the more within your doom
though God's love can appear pitiless
in the framework of time, it will arrive
fresh-faced, answering and apparent
when you trust the hood and ways
of the tide.
Allison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of
Canadian Poets. She has over 390 poems published in more than
195 international journals and anthologies. Her book Somewhere
Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers in 1995. Since
then she has published ten other books of poetry and four
collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the
publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book
published, Common Dream, and four chapbooks published by The
Plowman. Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was published by
Ottawa publisher above/ground press December 2012. Her
e-chapbook Surrogate Dharma is pending publication by Kind of a
Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series. She lives
in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay;
Some of places my work has appeared in include Parabola (summer
2012); Literary Orphans; Kritya, Blue Fifth Review; South
Florida Arts Journal; Gris-Gris; New Binary Press Anthology; The
Brooklyn Voice; Straylight Literary Magazine; The Milo Review;
Foliate Oak Literary Magazine; The Antigonish Review; Dalhousie
Review; The New Quarterly; Wascana Review; Poetry Nottingham
International; The Cape Rock; Ayris; Journal of Contemporary
Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry; The Toronto Quarterly; Fogged
Clarity, Boston Poetry Magazine; Decanto; White Wall Review.