Poem: An Avalanche

She can’t close her eyes
but to see him floating
hair caught with ice,
anchored to this heart break like a star.

Her hands clamp shut silent pleas
of ‘if only’s’.

To heave up the unforgivable-

that one day
her heart,
would still
all songs of charity.

Someone else, dear God,
someone else.

She crouches down
bent low by disbelief.

Searches for him in photos
and stick figured cards
carefully signed.

She sleeps with his sweater
wrapped round her indigo grief.

Oh, little boy,
let her just see you,
hold you,
warm you,

in this rock-songed culvert
where her cries
come back
like the coal black crows
stilled
on this soft bed of snow.

Jude Neale wins SPM Book Prize

for her book Splendid in its Silence
In describing work the jury says "This is brave and bold writing: the technique always rising to meet the demands of the poem’s multifarious and far-reaching concerns." It will be presented this spring in London. Read their full review.

Jude's next poetry collection

Splendid in its Silence

Launches in London on April 8th
The book is being published and launched by Sentinel Poetry Movement publishing. On Bowen Island, BC, books will be available for sale at Phoenix and other independent book stores. Jude will have a big Bowen Island Launch in May 2017.


Jude Reads Her Poetry

Hear Jude’s new poems Wildberry and Places Beyond

Accompanied by composer Thomas Beckman. (See audio player above.)