Good to see Ms. Allison Grayhurst out & about in the bloggersphere….she is much missed when she is gone.

Allison Grayhurst


In Labour


Marked in the morning like a country

finally lost and then

replanted. Or autumn in the hardened

inner walls, wearing down,

preparing for the onslaught of cold.


I am neither in the shadows nor building beauty

like pity that outlasts mercy

and all wounds that curse mercy

in the cradle of its infant power.


Blazing earnestly at first until instructions falter,

glowing faint under duress, until all that is left

to be heard is a mild ‘maybe’. And shapes

without fields or dunes prevail in the un-sunned landscape.


Planets make themselves known by the friction they bestow,

by the damage of their effect and endurance.

I draw out my ecstasy sitting under a table

where there are no footprints save but what small animals make,

adorning with their furry glory

the richness that lies below.


Marked at the closing. Blowing

into a…

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  1. This brings about a sacred secret and bond … And the joy and beauty last forever … Because the beauty of one will generate another beauty that goes on and on …


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