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 Reads Her Poetry

Coming Events

Jude will be launching her new book A Blooming: On Bowen Island, June 9 from 4pm - 5:30 at Collins Hall, and in Vancouver June 16th from 4-5:30 at Massey Books - 229 E Georgia Street. Admission is free for both events. Come and enjoy!

Reading at the University of the Fraser Valley, March 14 with Bonnie Nish

March 22, Planet Earth Poetry Victoria, with Bonnie Nish

April 27 concert with Thomas RL Beckman on Bowen Island with Bonnie Nish Tuesday April 30 Jewish Community Centre

World Premiere of the St. Roch Suite! 10th Anniversary Gala reading to specific Art installations. 9 March, 2019
Prince George Symphony Orchestra,
Performance by Jude Neale (poet) and Thomas R.L. Beckman (composer)