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, December 6, 2011

New Poem: The Crepuscule in Advent, posted for DVerse OLN and Beyond....

Crepuscule in Advent

How sweet to lift a topaz glass
Alone at twilight
To light a candle on an old table
Where worn and handmade things
Throw off a fluency of shadow

To rest within the moment
The holly-berry light
wavering in the corner

The porcelain angel looking out
At the paved years that pass and pass

How sweet to lift a glass of twilight
To soothe the rose that withers
To unwind the bolt of solitude
Shake it out
To find its spangled starlight

To listen
On the midnight watch
To the stirring earth
The sibilant parting way of grasses
And divine the ardent
yearning of the sky

To see the teardrop moon
In fevered expectation
On the distant hill.

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Copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011


Mike Sutcliffe (Poetryman) said...

What a lovely yet sad perspective on watching the years pass by alone ~ lovely poem

Timoteo said...

Quite taken with "paved years."

Those of us with tire tracks across our backs can appreciate a phrase like that.

Pat Hatt said...

Wow the last two lines really brings it home. Like the image of everything parting so it can be seen too.

Kathy Bischoping said...

As always a gorgeous palette, old rose with topaz and holly berries, a tawny port subtly lit half in melancholy silver, half in candle gold.

Victoria said...

The play of light and shadow drew me into the scene and I raise a toast to your talent, Jenne.

Timoteo said...

Re: comment...
I'll bet I would love that too!

Victoria said...

I have a feeling I didn't do everything I'm supposed to to link my comment so...if this is redundant, dump it. The play of light and dark created an advent tone for me, the colors are dramatic. I raise a toast to your talent, Jenne.

Ann Grenier said...

Yes, Kathy has said it so well,a gorgeous palette, Jenne. You bring us into the room with you. I often sit in the soft glow of evening light, alone with my thoughts. I would love to express them as well as you have done here.

Maureen said...

A lovely poem, Jenne. It sings; the cadence and subtle repetition of the image of the glass (with its reflective qualities) allow it to fall beautifully to the ear.

I'm drawn to your concept of twilight in Advent, the contrast that that creates betweem the light fading and the Star ascending, about to shine its brightest; the duality of both sun-setting and being reborn. The religious implications of this go deep.

A sense of sadness is evoked but so, too, is the excitement about what comes next in that life over "the distant hill".

Mystic_Mom said...

Jenne - I love your words! So well written...brava!

Claudia said...

very peaceful picture you paint here jenne.. love the ..glass of twilight...the candle on the old table with handmade things..rest within the moment... felt..

Beachanny said...

Your images here scintillate in twilit colors, topaz to old rose, bone white to berry red - lying in a pool or lilacblue at the end of the day - each layered with symbolic meanings in the Christmas window of time you have given us. We're all awaiting a new birth. Thank you Jenne.

ayala said...

Lovely write!

Anonymous said...

So many lovely phrases and images here--the fluency of shadow, holly-berry light, little angel in corner somewhere, parting sibilant grasses, the teardrop moon--I know I'm getting things wrong since doing from memory. Glass of twilight. Spangled starlight.

I love teardrop moon, but since it's advent, wonder whether you might want another star there! (Ha. Probably not. No need to push it, though people kind of like the pushed.)

Shaking out the bolt of solitude. Beautiful. K.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Gee, it's a lot noiser at my place. Rescue truck sirens and fire and police vehicles whipping urgently around the turn at my corner in all seasons.

You made me want to be where YOU are, made me wonder what shape a "teardrop moon" displays, and why one who writes with such a warmth and subtlety must now

lift a topaz glass
Alone at twilight

Lovely words. I lift a glass of starlight...

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a beautiful capture of a single moment in a lifetime of such moments.

Brendan said...

Ah, the advent poem ... yYu take the ritual of the collective and transform it into a private chapel here. Without the insides of holiday as richly described here, what else is there? - Brendan

Sheila Moore said...

I read much positive energy in this and a sense of peace that I do not often hear from you.

jen revved said...

Many thanks, each of you-- Charles-- your poem is wonderful. xj

ayala said...

Beautiful poem. I left a comment yesterday. I just wanted to thank you for your kind comment. Yes, I am on Facebook and we are friends. I did not link this to any other links. I appreciate your kindness. :)

Shashi said...

Very well versed... lovely play of words.. perfect.

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Morning said...

great piece of poetry.
poetic and fun read.