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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. Her second book of poetry, Only the Fallen Can See (Leaf Press, 2011), 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.

A Study in Cool

My dad wore a silk stocking
over his jet black hair
when he was a kid.

Every night
he would wet it

and comb it
and make it a cap.

It was the hot steamy style
to expose the pale forehead

usually tucked under a hat.
His hair was his cadenza.

It swept back, a newly tarred road
running straight

except for the front
which rose up like a wave.

He looked dreamy
in that smoky eyed way of Brando or Dean .

His hair was the perfect accessory
for breaking the rules
as much as any man could.

My mother liked to
run her fingers through it

It's his best feature, you know.

He'd smile
that sly smile,

light up a Player's

and go back
to being a study in Cool