Poem: Squamish Storm

I stand in the dark
shake ice from  my hair
and walk beneath the moon
to a neighbour's house for matches.
Snow up to the top of my thighs,
each gunshot footstep,
scatters owls
through the black silk night.
I hear the deer snapping fallen branches,
their faces emerge like knots from a pine wall.
The cold winds round me
and my laboured breath freezes on my face
Icicles hang from the trees,
their dim shadows impale the drifts.
Head bent low,
I butt against the frigid night
Each whip of wind,
each flake,
each patch of frozen ground,
is claimed by winter
and this bone-chilling Squamish storm.

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.)