Change – Allison Grayhurst

Let it come like the wave with
                                       the salty foam. Let it reflect
             my insides like a face held towards
                     new cutlery. Let it take my rhythm for
            its own, express it in the wings of angry crows
and the trees in communion with the wind.
                                         Let it steel my lover for four nights,
             leave my bed an empty socket for all my
demons to gather and join. Let it hurl
                           a fist at the clock, at the pressure of duty
             and guilt I should not feel. Let it mimic
my cries at the corner store where a woman
                                         sits on a curb, crazy with undirected grief.
Let it be in the eyes of my cat as he stalks
                           the birds in his mind.
              Let me kneel before it in my room,
and tell my husband what I have found.
                                         Let it be like a fledgling in the morning singing
                           or like a wound that alters my appearance.



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7 responses to “Change – Allison Grayhurst

  1. The Poetry Jar welcomes another poem by Allison Grayhurst. This is the second of six poems to be featured here. You can read more of her work here

  2. Pingback: The Poetry Jar – Prelude Issue « The Poetry Jar

  3. Seductively delicious and enticing

  4. Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!

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