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, January 28, 2012

New Poem: Angler's Eucharist - for DVerse Poetics and Open Link Night..

Undercurrents  Stuart C. Andrews - Oil 

Angler’s Eucharist

A man paints himself into a river
with the finest brush;
he casts himself as the angler
come at prime time:

The sky flares up like a sonnet
from an angel’s mouth in
an onslaught of orange.

So it is that clouds
love to imitate fire
and the river is a scar through time,

The pole a divining rod
with a silken thread
into the current:

Tell me
what lies within,
what lies beneath.

The bait is a feat of dexterity,
white moth,
a ballerina angel on a pin’s head,

the matriarch cutthroat
who discerns the ruse--
the hook,
the line.

She settles to the silt,
fluttering her translucent fins;
the man is patient--
he stands in arrowed stillness.

It is the feeding hour
when hatchling dragonflies
hang over the eddies;
she knows the man
as the omnivore come for her,

The lore of his hunger,
that he casts and recasts
for something residual

That belonged to him,
like a confession written on thin paper
that fluttered from his pocket,

But not that.
He reels in and casts again
until she assents,

with the teary mirrors of her eyes,
a sudden nearness
that darts away,

that he has come
again, with his love and need
to the wide twilit water.

from the unpublished collection Stubborn Love, Voluble Dusk - Jenne' R. Andrews

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012


Claudia said...

love how you take us all the way from the painting, describing what can be seen to the deeper levels, the hidden and imagines levels, extending and swallowing and brushing with a new pencil...great take on the prompt jenne..

Sheila said...

breath-taking, jenne. there is sadness and pain under the beautiful nature scene you paint with your words. This stanza in particular stood out to me: So it is that clouds
love to imitate fire
the river is a scar through time

Mary said...

This is beautiful. I really liked the first stanza, as it drew me right into the poem as well as the painting. And the lines

"The sky flares up like a sonnet
from an angel's mouth in
an onslaught of orange;"

are just so rich in imagery.

Laurie Kolp said...

This is magnificent, jenne... so vivid and flowing- I love this (and so much more I can't mention w/out just copying the whole piece):

The sky flares up like a sonnet
from an angel’s mouth in
an onslaught of orange


Anonymous said...

I agree with Sheila and Claudia. This is beautiful on so many levels--the physical detail, the metaphor, the weight and gravitas of the metaphor, the relationship between man and fish, man and self, even fish and self! And, of course, with water, flow and time. Just terrific.

I appreciate your comment on mine (my poem) which I haven't had time to look at yet. This has been a very busy/hard week for me, so last step of doing my own poem a bit scattered and rushed, but I am glad to have participated in the prompt. K.

kez said...

beautiful ...and a beautiful painting too what a talented family, loved it thank you x

Nick Rolynd said...

I really like this piece. It's every aspect of the painting combined with every meaning of a stroke of the paintbrush. Wonderful poem!

Anonymous said...

This is incredible. These are my favorite lines:

"he casts himself as the angler"
"in an onslaught of orange"
"and the river is a scar through time"
"Cajoling the matriarch cutthroat
who discerns the ruse"
"she knows the man
as the omnivore come for her"
"he has come again, with his love and need to the wide twilit water"


Charles Miller said...

This poem has some undercurrents of its own, a passion between the angler and the poet. I was a bit put off by the poeticisms, but your lovely rhythm and detailed scene depiction along with the subtle psychology make it for them. Enjoyed this.

Brian Miller said...

first i want to gush on your brothers picture...wow that is awesome...what a beautiful day...and you bring such symbolism not only to the pic but the artist behind it...you use the imagery to evoke feeling...the river a scar for instance...nicely done jenne....

jen revved said...

Many thanks-- a little feedback is always immensely reassuring. No criticism meant and as for Charles being put off-- do you mean the bio at top of blog? Ignore it...unless it piques your interest. xj

Semaphore said...

As a painting is built up of several undercoats, colors, so that the finished work is the sum of each transmuted color - so run the undercurrents through this marvelous piece.

Anonymous said...

This seemed to get deeper in meaning the deeper into the river we got.

Zoe said...

Jen - this is crafted with your usual skill. I love how you draw me into the painting, and then expose those layers like we were scraping back the paint itself until we get to a rather shame faced bare canvas. I particularly loved this line:
river is a scar through time

Natasha Head said...

Wonderful painting, wonderful words. With a husband addicted to the sport AND the artistry (I write poems, he ties flies) I enjoyed the moments captured, (but not the fish...I tend to cry when one is actually caught!) Great start to my OpenLinkNight!

Anonymous said...

i like the metaphors and the way you express the relationships

Maureen said...

As always, Jenne, a beautiful ekphrastic poem. Line after line of strong images that mesmerize the way water itself holds a gaze and returns it again and again.

Brian Miller said...

well worth a second read jenne...hope you have a great OLN....

Divalounger said...

Beautiful write--visual and lovely in every way!


Heaven said...

Lovely words and playing between them, the flow and cadence is like the river itself.

Beautiful work ~

flaubert said...

Beautiful write, Jenne.


wayside word garden said...

The gorgeous painting sets the scene- then you take us deeper in. Loved it, many lines, especially this stanza: "So it is that clouds/ love to imitate fire/ and the river is a scar through time". Thank you for sharing!

jen revved said...

Thanks to everyone-- be patient w/me-- I had to finish up a book review-- whew! I'll be stopping by and perhaps we can have a drink at the pub later! xxxj

ayala said...

A beautiful write!!!!

Beachanny said...

This is both incredibly beautiful and hauntingly sad. It broke my heart by degrees. The end comes for us all - may it do someone good, and give life somehow. Wonderful write, Jenne.