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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 .

Saturday, June 11, 2011

New Poem for Saturday and Spring




Foals at Dawn

At dusk the palomino mare leaves the herd
Circling, wandering in tall grass--
Sweating, looking at her huge
Low-slung belly.

I watch through binoculars
Even then she recedes
From me, her shape inseparable
From the line of cottonwoods;  I fear for her
Foaling alone in the dark.

Then along the blurred frame of light
Comes one of the other mares, streaking
At a dead gallop, to the place
Where I see the lashing banner
Of the downed mare’s tail
before night obviates all things.

Speeding out again
At dawn
I look out once more through the binoculars
Steam rises from the field
The sky opens like a peach kimono
In its folds the two mares
Each with a new foal, each foal
Trying its legs. 

This is how I see heaven now:
A field in early June
Where we are strands
In the weft of light
Among the daybreak horses.






copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011

2 comments:

Reflections said...

What a beautiful view of the mornings rise... stunning imagery!

Kim Nelson said...

Jenne,
I am so glad Mary highlighted you at Poets United; and I am touched by this beautiful poem. When I read it at 4:30 this morning, the scene opened up in front of me and I sat in awe and wonder.