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.

Coming Events

Jude is launching her eighth book of poetry Impromptu! She'll be on a mini tour between now and June, when she begins her Poetry Residency at Joy Kogawa House. Admission is free for all events. She will be selling her new book and poetry CD.

Launch on Bowen Island at Collins Hall - Sunday, March 8 at Collins Hall - 4:00-5:30

Reading at The Writers Studio, Simon Fraser University - March 12

Reading at Cottage Bistro on Main St. in Vancouver - date and time TBA

Vancouver Launch at Murray Adaskin Studio, Vancouver - Saturday April 4 - 7:00-8:30

Readings in Nanaimo and Victoria later this spring - dates and times TBA


Jude Reads Her Poetry