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 .

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Poem for Thursday

Three prompts coalescing into one poem for me today--  one in reading L.L. Barkat’s beautiful “pronoun” poem—then the Writer’s Digest challenge—to write of “receipt” as in of something received, and today's One Shot for Thursday, Moondust Writer's Prompt-- to write a poem inspired by music. 


Midnight, Christ's Mass:
They-- Illuminati-- process
In their white robes
They that dwell in darkness--
We--shall see a great light

That His Yoke Is Easy
We-- the broken-- 
Dispute in the nave's
Redolent shadows

But Hodie Christus Natus Est
They-- choir as cherubim and seraphim--

You – Other-- 
Hold the cup
Of my follies
To my mouth

I——she who walks
In winter’s garden
With her manifold
Uncertain litanies--

Yield,  singing
Lullay.  Lullay,
Thou One.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2010
All rights reserved: permission requests to htttp://palabrasymas@hotmail.com 


Maureen said...

Lovely, Jenne. The processional (that hierarchy!) is vivid.

I tweeted this for you.

moondustwriter said...

Wow I hear the chant see the procession
excellent work Jenne
I enjoy the inspiration of music - interestingly it takes me more time to write a poem because I have to hear the effect of each note

Smiles from the Moon

L.L. Barkat said...

This is tres cool :)

So glad you got inspired and shared!

I especially liked "hold the cup of my follies"

jen revved said...

Thanks Mo, Moon, LL-- xxxj

moondustwriter said...

maureen told me you might be able to help with a project

you can contact me at: moondustwriter@gmail.com