Tongue Speak

On the tip of my tongue I hold you.

You slip into rosewater words
shadows cast behind recall
the quiet dust of death’s white lilies.

I fall into this undergrowth yearning
for doubts to skip away like pebbles
over the silvery sea.

A moon whispers
you have come home

but I can’t find you anywhere.
In the envelope of my silence

you’re once again ambushed
by my muddy brown grief.

You clasp a different package against your heart
as though the wrapping can keep you safe.

Now it’s summer mornings that smear my sorrow
with the quiet hum of lilacs and grasses
held in small relief.

You disappear into the stomach of a lion
the distance between us

is only a swallow
a slip of rings and promises neither of us
can keep.

I am a held breathe waiting for you
to push us past deliberation

of the cost of 98 cent tomatoes
or the weight of this useless love.

The air is redolent of a remembered touch
where oxygen levels never rise past zero.

Don’t come to me looking
for the white worms of my forgiveness.

Tonight dance a clatters of bones with me,
fall into my open arms.

Soon we will diminish
across this tundra landscape
of forgotten desire.

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.)