Allison Grayhurst




Burning in the middle

where the sickness gets in,

and my expression is foiled

by an inaudible aim.

Clouded like a bad fragrance

soaking into the pours, making it hard

to breathe. Hard to breathe in like

a petal crushed into a ball, or like a poem

with no testimony.

But I will not be taken in.

I will forge a path for my energy,

find new neighbours, something

unbroken to hold on to.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “ArtVilla July 2017



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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…

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