Poem by Allison Grayhurst

Golden Eagle

Awakened from my dying

on the barren hill.

I speak my mind, and I am pulled off course,

rejected in my honesty,

as though I had no right to drum my dream,

as though silence and the undercurrent of resentment,

confusion and blame was so much better,

as if clarity was a betrayal – too much to ask,

too much to give.

But that is the name on that package

and it belongs back on the shelf.

That day of lower energy is over.

That was the rainbow from the wrong event

that soured when ingested, that left a pile of soot

on my doorstep. I am ready to release what must be released,

ready to be unattached and unafraid.

The zenith of my sky is open

and I feel something soft and perfect growing

in my pocket.

About the Poet

alisonAllison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 600 poems published in more than 300 international journals. She has eleven published books of poetry, seven collections, seven chapbooks and a chapbook pending publication She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay;www.allisongrayhurst.com . Some of places my work has appeared in include Parabola (Alone & Together print issue summer 2012); Literary Orphans; Blue Fifth Review; The American Aesthetic; Agave Magazine; South Florida Arts Journal; Gris-Gris; The Muse – An International Journal of Poetry, Storm Cellar, New Binary Press Anthology; The Brooklyn Voice; Straylight Literary Magazine (print); 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.

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