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FLIP-SIDE
In the mossy minutes before dawn
small butterflies hover
over the purple hydrangea.
They shimmer in the garden
small wings lap the sky.
From climbing rose to sunflower
they flutter
singular in their anonymity.
A robin perches on the scented bush.
in this time between asleep and waking
She plucks a common blue out of the air
to wear like a buttonhole daisy
on her bus-yellow beak.
How can I have the audacity
to want more
than this Eden?
But I do.
Judith Neale was brought up on Vancouver Island and is a trained Mezzo-Soprano and poet.
She says, “My poems are like snapshots appearing on the page. They give a brief but intense look at love, sex, relationships,
nature and desire. I prefer to keep my poems short to better capture the moments and images that are
constantly filtering through my brain. With the belief that in brevity lies power, I like to start with
a larger version of a poem and whittle it down to its essential self.”
Email: Judith Neale
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