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, 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...

Anonymous 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.