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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 .

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Poem for Magpie Tales Monday

For Magpie Tales week of July 4 


Wheatfield with Rising Sun-- Van Gogh



Detante

Such comfort in the July fields
Garrisons of alfalfa down and curing
So that the cut stem perfumes
the heat-weary night

And to know that the mares and foals
Feast and dream 
in their stanchions of hip-high emerald grass

We row out, into sleep
The furrows and the yield
The light and dark now come calling

Cicada lullabye
Luna nueva y inculpable

Nascent, innocent moon
Annulling our carrion fears. 


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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews
2011

8 comments:

Berowne said...

Enjoyoble, and very well written.

Maureen said...

"Garrisons of alfalfa" and "stanchions of emerald grass" are two lovely images in this lyrical and hope-filled or hopeful poem. I also like the juxtaposition of "furrows and the yield" with "The light and dark come calling".

Sioux said...

Jenne'--

"...the furrows and the yield." What a lovely phrase and a marvelous image.

(By the way, I volunteer for Love a Golden---www.loveagolden.com--a group that rescues Golden Retrievers.)

Tess Kincaid said...

Absolutely beautiful. Lots of wonderful textures here, Jenne.

mindlovemisery said...

I love that last line. This is fabulous man I am always blown away by the talent at Magpie and certainly yours

Everyday Goddess said...

beautiful language and images, i really enjoyed reading this.

Helen said...

Beautifully written ........

Ann Grenier said...

We all surely experience these moments of respite from our anxieties, lulled briefly into relaxation. Beautiful poem.