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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, November 5, 2011

DVerse Poetics: The Light Invading

Posting today in response to "color" prompt at DVerse Poets.  


The Light Invading

For some of us the light is too much,
How it barges into a room
Revealing the stains from old weeping,

The corners filled with the feathering dust
Of failed prayers and foregone conclusions.
But today the snowmelt curtains down

In an irrepressible white rain of light
It is too much and I ask it to leave
In turning the grayed blinds over;

If only I could unroll thick and heavy
Wine-dark curtains
To protect myself from the scrutiny
of the neighborly and probing day.

Only when the fingers of blue shadow
Travel over the grass gathering up the diamond
Refuse of last night’s falling stars

Do I let go into the pooling, wavering shadows
Of my bedroom, settling down into a bed
Of uneasy comfort, the old sun-gold dog
Dreaming, moaning, at time’s
Implacable foot.

xx
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011

24 comments:

Brian Miller said...

moaning at time's implacable foot...nice close...love this...the things the light reveals can be a bit much...i write better at night as well in that cool shadow...nice piece jenne....

turtlememoir said...

Nicely written - and I totally understand that feeling that light can be too much. Loved these lines:

The corners filled with the feathering dust
Of failed prayers and foregone conclusions.

Claudia said...

great and felt way on the colors jenne..the light barging into a room, revealing stains from old weeping is a great image..the snowmelt curtains...the feathering dust..the sun-gold dog...wondering if it's a golden retriever..my all time fav dogs..smiles

Victoria said...

Jen, you've used color to put me right inside the mind of the narrator and your verb choices are so, so good: barging, pooling. My fav stanza: Only when the fingers....Thank you for this.

Maureen said...

Full of your trademark lyricism, richly vivid images, and layered meaning. Lovely cadence.

insanebloom said...

Lovely!! My favorite is
"Only when the fingers of blue shadow
Travel over the grass gathering up the diamond
Refuse of last night’s falling stars"

jen revved said...

oh thank you, friends-- I love our roundelay of words...xxxj

oceangirl said...

revealing stains from old weeping. all the colors hue. beautiful.

zongrik said...

nice. i especially like the opening.

Heaven said...

you captured the scene and turmoil and uneasiness very well with colors.... time's implacable foot, perfect ending ~

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful images- curtains, blinds and all the colors- love the ending.

hedgewitch said...

The last two stanzas are really golden, not just with light, but with life and time.

Mama Zen said...

"failed prayers and foregone conclusions"

I love that!

manicddaily said...

Really really lovely. I have to say I found time's implacable foot pretty cool, but I also really loved the falling stars, and the stains from old weeping. Just great. K.

chromapoesy.com said...

You weave together all the parts to illuminate life's complexity. The piece feels like it was born whole.

Sheila Moore said...

sometimes I think I am a vampire - lol. Especially when those migrains hit me which is what I thought of as I read this. lovely as always and are happy birthday wishes in order? :)

Theodore Daniel Richards said...

maybe time is like love if you let it go maybe it will come back to you

Dave King said...

There is a lot of feeling and fresh imaging here, I think. A really enjoyable read.

kez said...

beautiful great use of colour ....thank you for sharing x

Kerry O'Connor said...

Gosh! This is so good. What imagery you have used to capture the emotion of a lonely heart.

Zoe said...

I'm with you - I want the wine dark curtains too.
I really like the anthropopathic day/neighbour with those curtains, and also the abruptness of the light in the opening stanza. Jen, I really like this - it resonates well and sucks me in completely. In the best possible way!

Heavens2Betsy said...

I found your words utterly beautiful. Utterly. penny

Morning said...

smart take.

magicinthebackyard said...

love your style! it captivates and moves me to ponder and visualize your lovely imagery. beautiful!