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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 .

Monday, August 29, 2011

New Poem for Magpie Tales Monday and Beyond....

Red Umbrella   Christopher Shay



A Song of Experience


I thank you, deep power
that works me ever more lightly
in ways I can't make out.
The day's labor grows simple now,
and like a holy face
held in my dark hands
.

Like a Holy Face Rilke

What is day’s labor now
It is the humid, red apples
Waiting like garnets
In the grandmotherly hair
Of the long grass.

It is the fresh white milk
Let down by the yielding
Dark-eyed creature,
Cooled and clabbered,
Sustaining all.

Remember the cord,
The thick rope through which
Love fed us, so that we

Came into the world
Shimmering in silver water
Sleek as dolphins

Whole, unscarred
And unblemished?
Day’s labor is just that—
To release the child
From the catacomb within

Permit her
To delight in the storm
With her small red umbrella

To imagine her way, climb
Without fear
Through star-laced boughs.


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copyright Jenne' Andrews 2011 

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

release the child from the catacomb within...great line...yes that is a days labor well worth spending...grandmotherly hair is a nice descriptor there at the beginning as well...

Maureen said...

". . . apples /Waiting like garnets / In the grandmotherly hair /Of the long grass": perhaps the most beautiful image in this lyric poem.

Your use of nature to build imagery is always wonderful.

Theresa Milstein said...

I enjoyed your poem inspired by the Magpie photo.

Mystic_Mom said...

Wonderfully done Jenne! I love it... your poetry always moves me!

Reflections said...

Love the depth in this piece. You have captured some great textures, layers of self well.

Morning said...

a deep and lovely magpie.

Ruth said...

Jenné, you have some of the finest imagery in all the poems I read. Fine, fine job.

Thanks for bringing these Rilke meditations to our attention. I've been awfully behind on visits. I'm so glad I came. Your work is inspiring.