Jenne' R. Andrews is an American poet. Her career began in 1969 with the mentorship of Robert Bly, former Colorado Poet Laureate Mary Crow, and the Canadian poet Tom Wayman. Her first published poem appeared in The Colorado Review in 1971. Her first collection was published by Robert Bly, she received a literary fellowship from the National Endowment of the Arts and she was appointed full-time Poet in Residence of the St. Paul Schools for four consecutive years before ever completing her Bachelor's Degree. She holds B.A., M.A. and M.F.A. degrees from Colorado State University.

As the poet was born in New Mexico to a mother of Victorian pioneer heritage and is a longtime resident of the Poudre River Valley in northern Colorado, The American West figures strongly in Andrews' oeuvre and gives rise to her most lyrical work. Her first collection of poetry in thirty years, Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, appeared in November 2013, from Finishing Line Press. She is a finalist for the Autumn House 2014 Poetry Prize--one of the most prestigious publication prizes in the country; among an imposing field of twenty candidates for the prize out of a total of 500 submissions.

Her expanded chapbook Blackbirds Dance is available signed from the poet or from Finishing Line; follow the links for an order form. Order the Collection here. Contact Andrews as follows: Facebook as Jenne R Andrews and Twitter @jenandrewspoet. e-mail: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

New Poem: Blackbird Amore - for DVerse OLN and Beyond...

Blackbird Amore

They manifest
like a sprinkling of ash on the dawn,
congregating motes from a far heaven.

They are annunciations in blue-black
shimmering in the young cattails
with the wing’s red badge
that says, I am of the garrison of joy
and I have come

And I am not Icarus and I am not
a barn swallow,

Nor am I a disconsolate sparrow
with her half-hearted motet,
or the barrio crow clacking for scraps,
or the furtive owl
sitting high in the oak
like a jaded bartender.
I sing Verdi, you sing Mozart.
I sing today and you sing tomorrow.

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past,

Warbling in our epaulettes,
strafing the marsh
to route the hovercraft
of the dragonfly,

Trumping the laggard lark
with our midair pirouettes,
ballet rouge in the empire of love.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2010-2012


Maureen said...

You employ birds to such wonderful effect in your poems, Jenne, filling each stanza not only with evocative pictures but sounds.

Mystic_Mom said...

Jenne - brava! I love your poetry. It sings, it flies, it bleeds and it cries. You capture so much in a few words. It is like a feast!

Brian Miller said...

ballet rouge in the empire of love...i like all the natural elelments jenne...the dragon fly, the birds...its a dance of life...

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past

like those lines much...

manicddaily said...

This is just stunning, Jeanne. It captures the elation that goes with the quick sight of those red wings--I especially like the Verdi Mozart lines as they somehow manage to rhyme. The congregating motes--the small and temporal things--a congregating motet here--just terrific.

Thanks for your kind words about my poem, which is rather a modest one, but I have been very very very busy with work, and doing a new poem a day and didn't feel linking up one of the posts of the draft poems. My best was probably my own blackbird one--though they are not red-winged blackbirds--you don't have to go to it - a joke on Wallace Stevens. K.

Mark Kerstetter said...

I love this blackbird pride. Each bird must think he is THE bird, singing, dancing in air, fluffing & pruning, and basically showing off.

Zoe said...

Just beautiful, Jen. There is something here beyond what I see and feel, something that makes me linger, just like the bird's song.

Loved this:
I sing Verdi, you sing Mozart.
I sing today and you sing tomorrow.

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past,

Semaphore said...

Wonderfully lyrical, with your words punctuating the air like birdsong or the flutter of wings.

Charles Miller said...

Immensely enjoyable, amazing command of the craft. This resonates so deeply because it verges on perfection... really. I can come back to this and enjoy it for many many reasons, its music, its lilt, its deep awareness of joy and sorrow. The poem manifests nature's power in a very real, tangible way, as though you were Ariel herself commanding the spirits to dance at your command. Lovely.

Laurie Kolp said...

This speaks to me of confidence... I really like the second an last stanza.