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Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. She has three published chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013.

A full-length collection, Reunion, Lynx House Press, was published in 1983; after a long hiatus to raise Golden Retrievers in Colorado, recent work has appeared in The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and Vox Populi, a journal of culture, politics and poetry published and edited by the august Michael Simms.

A bilingual collection of "Italiana," Bocca, Voce, Delirio, with translations by Lorenzo Luciani, will be released by Finishing Line at the end of 2016 and her latest collection, And Now, the Road, a finalist for the Autumn House prize in 2014, will be released by Salmon Poetry Ltd, Ireland, a highly regarded international house, Jessie Lendennie, Publisher, circa 2017.

Andrews holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, and was full-time Poet in Residence for the St. Paul Schools from '74-78. She lived in St. Paul from 1971-78 during the first wave of the Twin Cities literary renaissance, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy.

The poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple has recently imported two British Golden Retrievers and expects a litter in June-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Sunday, December 26, 2010

For Sunday photo challenge....

For Adam’s Rockefeller Center Photo challenge—please also feel free to scroll down to “The Gospel of the Nativity According to the Minnow”…xxxj


(photo:  Adam Dustus)




Meditation,  Christmas Sabbath

These glints of gold, this sweetness
Of carved sentinels in doorways--
If only every soldier
Were made of yuletide gladness
And his burnished trumpet not a call
To reveille but to joy

We wake to Christ’s Mass Sunday
Here some of the leaves
Yet to fully turn and fall.
The drowsy lake’s eyes
Shimmering open
What do they remember
Of a night filled
With stars on fire?

The great geese who love the cornfields
So candled with morning’s light
Wheel over pinon pines
Once fed with ash and tears

This day’s nomenclature
Its seraphic alleluias
have yet
To fade away
The luminarios’ candles
Burn down slowly
Don’t leave just yet.

Don’t leave us here
Our love for all rekindled,
Too mortal in our awe.





Copyright Jenne’ Andrews 2010
All rights Reserved

6 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Wow. First, thank you for inviting me. One of the most delightful things about this piece is that it never settles down into the expected, common phrase. It's fresh and engaging throughout. I love the "drowsy lake's eyes", but even more I love:

"The great geese who love the cornfields
So candled with morning’s light
Wheel over pinon pines
Once fed with ash and tears


This day’s nomenclature
Its seraphic alleluias
have yet
To fade away"

Stopppitttttt, Jen. Beautifully done!

Glynn said...

"If only every soldier were made of yuletide gladness" - one of many wonderful lines in this poem. Excellent, Jen.

Short Poems said...

Beautiful Jen.

Maureen said...

You made of this challenge one of the most beautiful poems. Poignant and lyrical and moving, too.

Reflections said...

Wonderful imagery throughout this piece... a stark approach to the old thoughts of peace and love.

Claudia said...

amongst the many beautiful lines in your poem, i think these are the ones i like most..
What do they remember
Of a night filled
With stars on fire?

i like questions in poems..