A poem by Jude Cowan Montague

 
Morning Walk

Five straggling mongrels
moseyed through a sentence
just to keep a tourist company .
One spotted a frog,
leapt into a ditch
then there were

four disreputable flea-bags
lolling in and out of tongues,
licking the nose of the lost English.
One saw a cicada
flew barking in the ether
then there were

three motley mutts
answering the foreign nutter
who didn’t know her kreol from her lingo.
One smelt a gap,
slipped through in silence.
When she turned she spied

two cheeky curs
running with ruddy conceit
along the red lanes of Arsenal.
One left via the left fork.
which left only one,
the friendliest dog.

(from The Groodoyals of Terre Rouge)

 
Jude Cowan Montague is a writer, artist and composer who lives in London. She works as an archivist for Reuters Television. Her first collection of poetry, For the Messengers was published by Donut Press in 2011. Her second, The Groodoyals of Terre Rouge will be published by Dark Windows Press in 2013. She makes musical improvisations on Reuters stories and these are available on the Parisian based netlabel Three Legs Duck.