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 .

Sunday, March 25, 2012

New Poem: The Artifice of Mirrors, posting for Magpie Tales and Beyond...

To participate in the Magpie Tales prompt click here.  xj 

The Artifice of Mirrors

Look then at how each unanswered
Question appears in mirrored eyes
I should never doubt you, oval-rimmed
That you are wordless belies the war
In my heart.

To love Self or not to love her
To hide away, to set her free
From the gilded cage of artifice
Where she sings alone all the nights
And days?

Being shines back
Like the moon refracting the suns of time
I brush my hair from my brow
She follows suit.

But whose tear is it that runs
The furrow of the cheek?
Have I cast myself
Like a horse caught under a fence
Within the shadows of the mirror?

A reflected and refracting inquiry
Cannot resolve within the mind—
Then turn away; volition
In his long cloak
Has found honey in the garden.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012


Tess Kincaid said...

"To love Self or not to love her"...and then your last stanza...powerful Jenne...

Kat Mortensen said...

I enjoyed this poem, particularly,
"I brush my hair from my brow
She follows suit."

Thanks for introducing me to Andrews. I had not heard of her before.

Maureen said...

Lovely take on the prompt, Jenne. I especially like "gilded cage of artifice" and those last three lines of the last stanza.

Anonymous said...

i hope it was wroth finding the honey in the garden


Little Nell said...

Whose tear is it that runs the furrow of the cheek? Should she or shouldn't she? Unanswered questions posed by artifice. Nicely done.

moondustwriter said...

many memories and questions stored in the mirror
Hope all is well Jenne

Anonymous said...

I love thinking of volition as a character--and volition and honey another great juxtoposition. In my mind, volition almost always ends up with the disciplined choice. Nice to see it getting a reward. K.