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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 .

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Jenne' Andrews - Poem for One Shot Wednesday

Verisimilitude

Like the delirium of the starfish
The roll call of the abalone
Awash in gilded phosphor
The rainbow fish appearing
Across the water’s face
In the tide’s repeating

The burning of a garden
For its good ash;
For the scrim of smoke consoling
The momentary braggadocio of the rainbow
And the faces of delirium-- thine,
My own

Like the spring unto the summer:
How up through the loam  
churns a tendril then a bloom,
Rose enfolding the burning bee
The zebra bee that bravely drinks 
and dies out
Like an ember

Like a fine smelted copper
An artifact and reliquary
Forged, buried, resurrected.   Names
Of hope and loss to be discerned,
As sterling with the engravure
Of a cursive S by a shaking hand
In a sibilance of tarnished spoons

The whirring and ca-thunking of time
And the callings out
Of disingenuous blackbirds
Their hearts on their wings yes
That red diamond their badge of blood kin
That conflagration of poppies
When fear’s storm startles them up

Like the throat's knot of ice unthawing
A turning
Yet again at the last, to the One
Whose eyes make an ambivalent water fall
through heart and mind

Even as the brave bee burns so shall we
Until the last
And the mordant bite of that thing
With a million legs.
Like the hatch of fireflies
And their rainbowed handwriting
On the wall of time
And the finely spun light over the hills
When the silkworm came unto the world
In the hands of the Buddha

And the hollow at the base
Of the throat
Where white butterflies alight,
Spent, dying out like a whisper.
Until there is only metaphor,
An innuendo of light,
A flicker.
      

6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oy fan that flicker...some great imagery here...

Like the hatch of fireflies
And their rainbowed handwriting
On the wall of time

nice. i love fireflies...great one shot...

hedgewitch said...

Any one of these stanzas has more poetry than many full blown multi-page epics. The images, the sensuality of the language that yet contains its own austerity and clean descriptive purpose--ah, I'm sitting at your feet. Fine fine work.

Claudia said...

oh wow - such a lot to like in your poem..
the lines i fell in love immediately were:
Of the throat
Where white butterflies alight,
Spent, dying out like a whisper.
Until there is only metaphor....

...sigh ...

jen revved said...

i'm on dial-up today and try as I might can't access some blogs-- HW-- mille gracias; you humble me-- brian and claudia also many thanks. I know this is image-dense but trying for duende here. xxxxj

Maureen said...

This is full of your trademark lyricism and gorgeous imagery.

Shashi said...

A flicker.. a butterfly in the throat.. and An innuendo of light.. what a great and vivid imagery.. I liked it.

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