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, January 9, 2011

Photo by Aussie photographer K.J. Halliday--
Poem in response to this photo for One Shoot Sunday/One Stop Poetry visual challenge...


A hungry heart is infrared
Burning like a cinder
With the weight of blood-bright day

And that patch of gladness
On the blackbird’s wing
The shoes, the scarpi rossi I bought
In Reggio
That blinded the starfish

When it came upon me
Where I stepped
Into the sunset scarlet sea

Thinking of you
That you stood in the doorway
So that I could see you
Give yourself to desire

Oh the bruising ache of it
The blackbird wings of hunger there
I open like the sunset’s mouth
Heart and soul infrared.

Copyright Jenne’ Andrews 2011
All rights reserved.


dustus said...

What great images of taken steps, particularly one that blinds a starfish! Great use of infrared to tint and come full circle. There is a flow to your lines both fierce and graceful. Thanks for sharing, Jenne. Excellent challenge response! cheers

Anonymous said...

Elegant play on lust and love - enhanced by the vividity of your imagery (and in this case, alliteration): "sunset scarlet sea," for example, as well as the "infrared" sense of heart and soul. this image in particular - "The shoes, the scarpi rossi I bought
In Reggio
That blinded the starfish" lends an almost upper-class, regal feel to the piece and those in it, though it goes to show that these plays of emotion and desire know no bounds in man...all feel their tugging equally. Wonderful piece.

Adam White - Poet said...

This poem is brilliant. It runs hot and then cold and I like that. The melancholy of the narrator is fantastic.

And you're right. I'm a bad-ass.

hedgewitch said...

Fine poem with hunger and desire transubstantiated in the elusive bird images and alliterative description..particularly like "..that blinded the starfish..." and re-emphasis of your final lines. Beautiful work.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I have read some fantastic pieces written on the photo, but this is far and away the best. Superbly sensuous, thrilling writing.

jen revved said...

Thanks to each of you. We are blessed to have each other-- a cold white and lonely day here and therefore, red is good! xxxj

Maureen said...

I'm so glad I introduced you to One Stop.

And, as always, your lyricism sings us through the day, leaving us with such memorable images as are in the opening line, "the patch of gladness/ On the blackbird's wing", "The shoes.../ That blinded the starfish", and "I open like the sunset's mouth."

jen revved said...

Thanks, Maureen. kisses-- j

Fireblossom said...

I love how you wove the red winged blackbird's wings into this.

moondustwriter said...

Jenne loved the descriptions that pulled me more into the picture

Heart and soul infrared - sizzle

moon smiles

Holland said...

A beautiful composition with the red, the warm and cold. My Compliments!

Alegria Imperial said...

A painful but eloquent and evocative rendition of the "hungry heart", bruised from the ache of desire so hungry it "opens up like the sunset's mouth/heart and soul infrared"--a blackbird singed. Stunning imagery, Jenne! Thank you.

Claudia said...

the scarlet sea and the blackbirds wings..what beautiful, evocative pictures they create..i like!