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Monday's Poem

© 2010 Jude Neale

    Jude Neale's first book of poetry is called The Perfect Word Collapses. She has been featured frequently with Ascent Aspirations Magazine and was recently awarded an honourable mention for her short story submission in the 2010 winter edition. Jude has just completed her second book of poetry, Only the Fallen Can See, which explores and chronicles the compelling journey of a mother struggling with bipolar illness.
     When Jude isn’t writing she is giving vocal concerts, where she enjoys sharing her rich mezzo-soprano voice with others. She lives with her partner, three cats, and one dog on a small island near Vancouver, Canada.

Morning in Venice

The morning splits open
ripe with espresso and oranges.
Wind snatches at my hair,
plays a fandango
on the mirrored hem
of my Indian skirt.
The beggar, dressed in holy robes
leans on the whitewashed wall.
He leads me down
meandering alleyways
under Venetian sky calm
I push through the landscape,
the moon
arcs over the canal,
before it's swallowed
by the golden luminosity of day.
I hum an anthem of joy
for the disappearance
of ash and bone,
nettle and locks,
from my slim bag
of yesterday's sorrow.