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 .

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Poem for Friday Poetry Fest and Beyond

Posted for Friday Poetry Fest - Join Us!

Maroon Bells Mountain Range, Colorado

Thanks to Diane Lockward for the palimpsest poem prompt.   

Liar’s Dream

Sometimes I say I have a horse ranch in the Maroon Bells
Even though I have no ranch—just because it’s such
A beautiful lie.  I’ve always wanted this, ever since

I read King of the Wind in which a white mare
From Egypt was brought into England.  Today
I saw grey mares and their foals grazing, thinking

Someone might say here, take this mare.  I bought
A latte and sat in the bistro window
The steam rising. The far off mountains promised

Dream-horses.  I opened my notebook and drew
a beautiful swan-like horse, in the late daylight.
I love a place where people speak of horses

Like the difference between desert-bred and Polish
Arabians and the cost of importation. I watched
Someone canter past on a white horse, tying

The reins to the bike rack in front of the bistro.  I thought
even now beautiful mares are racing like clouds
in the rain in the high country, and one belongs to me. 

The beautiful broodmares of Om El Arab Ranch, Santa Ynez, CA

Copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews 2011
All Rights Reserved 


bumfuzzled said...

better written free verse, I have never read. the flow's as effortless as the mountain stream in the image, jenne.

Mystic_Mom said...

Lovely! My horses would so approve of your love :-) There is nothing more wonderful than a poem that flows the manes and tails of our horses!

Zoe said...

oh this is just lovely! Just what I needed to read this evening.

Maureen said...

Beautiful imagery, as always. Especially like how you conclude the poem.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, Jen, what a thing of beauty this poem is. I'm riddled with envy at the effortless simplicity of the style and the thoughts behind each line, and the final 3 lines are just: WOW!!

jen revved said...

Many thanks to each of you. I posted the palimpsest prompt courtesy of Diane Lockward on Triggered Muse, Facebook, if anyone wants to try it. A good exercise for loosening up and writing an informal poem. xxxj