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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 .

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

New Poem: Reckoning in Winter, Posted for DVerse OLN and Beyond....

Reckoning in Winter

We are whittled down now
like worn kindling sticks:
Oh spent coals. 

We two, so once voluble
laughing and connected
in a dance we can’t acknowledge--
disentangling now our very limbs

Like the triplet goats I saved
reaching in to match legs
to heads.

You read the barometer:
Snow is not to fly today
but in my Colorado bones
I hear it coming

As do the crows, omniscient
and everywhere,
their heads cocked,
their sequin eyes burning.

ii

We two.  Have begun
our way down diverging roads
the thick and snow-packed trails
of winter
one cold tributary beckoning me
one carrying you out of sight.

What will I do
when I can’t see you anymore,
or discern your shape
in your coveralls
out in the snows of amnesia,

Bucking the bales,
breaking the ice.

iii

We can’t put this need down
like we did our two old mares
whose eyes sparked with gratitude
as they fell.

Oh fear of love.  Dearth.
How the Cheval d’Or nearby 
penned all day in the barn
looks out at the world

Turning away from the calling stretch
of the dormant pasture
that has pierced his side like 
a Cheyenne arrow
with the yearning to run.


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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012

18 comments:

Maureen said...

Lovely, deeply felt, Jenne. The sense of ending and impending loss, underscored by the vivid wintry imagery and the gleaming eyes of the all-knowing crows, is palpable. The lines "What will I do / when I can't see you anymore" are heart-breaking.

Jannie Funster said...

Wow, I never knew goats could come in triplets. Not that I know much about goats in general, that is.

Loved this poem! Anything with a barn takes me back to my childhood on the farm.

Gerry Snape said...

love the reference to Frost! and any poem with crows in it gets my attention! Thankyou

Claudia said...

ah this is deep..can feel the winter of life, a relationship, a feeling, whatever in every pore here.. wonderfully textured write jenne..

Nara Malone said...

You blew me away. Maybe I'm feeling a bit whittled down today, but I could connect with this sense of impending loss. Love those sequin-eyed crows.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

What do we do when we see love moving away--eloquent write!

Brian Miller said...

a nice journey you take us on...felt...the divergent paths...it hurts...and i think you bring that out really well in the middle...and unable to put it down like the mares...nice touch...

ayala said...

You read the barometer:
Snow is not to fly today
but in my Colorado bones
I hear it coming.........
Lovely lines here!

Zoe Francesca said...

Jenne, this *throbs*. You really do write incredibly, time and time again.

What will I do
when I can’t see you anymore,
or discern your shape
in your coveralls
out in the snows of amnesia,

was my favourite bit - but I also thought the animals were great. Expecially the contrast of lambing and horses' death. There is such a richness here, so many layers.

Brendan said...

As always, masterly even in misery, trebling the foregrounds and backgrounds of a heart's throb with nature's own, in winter, in farm life, in the cycles of life -- beginnings where limbs are as undistinguishable as three goats emerging from the wound, the farewell like the eyes of falling mares -- or should be like: that's the rub, right? We don't go naturally, nor do we simply accede to the natural cycle of love and loss. We can't, having seen the divine there, albeit so fleetingly. All of this resonates. - B

Beachanny said...

Weighty winter pulling down as palpable gravity through this entire work. Even animals want to opt out when the bitter outweighs the sweet and will wish to become free and unshackled in whatever stage, consciousnes, understanding comes next. The juxtapositions in this deepen it further and broadens your readers understanding and appreciation. Fine work here, Jenne.

Mama Zen said...

The first stanza of part iii is exquisite and heartbreaking. I can't even imagine it being any better.

darkangelwrites said...

I love the comparisons between the harshness of ranch life and relationships.

theprimate said...

I love the full stop after the We two in the second segment, the diverging roads had me thinking of the ways we may go...mental or physical decline....the images throughout read so naturally.

Manicddaily said...

A lovely poem--the sense of longing and loss (and their universality) very poignant. K.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Love this Jenne and

"We can’t put this need down
like we did our two old mares
whose eyes flamed with gratitude
as they fell." quite moved me.

Excellent write!

Anna :o]

Lorna Cahall said...

Such a tense and certain poem. It flows beautifully.

Arian Tejano said...

I can hardly put into words what I like so much about this poem, but it has a great deal to do with the clarity of regard. so fierce and vivid, Jenne. Thanks for the share.