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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 .

Sunday, December 9, 2012

New Poem: Bon Voyage, for The Mag and Beyond...


 



Bon Voyage

The skin has its continents
where we are all explorers
in the brave new world of love.

How often have we set out well-provisioned,
from the Genoa of uncertainty,
compasses in hand, hope
brightening our eyes,

to be assailed, rounding the Cape,
by the gale of another’s wanting,

to find ourselves stranded,
tossed like chaff to shore,
our maps long washed overboard.

Yet we who joyfully course the waves
have taken you into our pulsing tutelage;
you have seen us riding the dolphin
at high tide.

When you believed you were lost
we came in the night
and taught your hands, your mouth;
we spoke to you from the subterfuge
of a dream. 

You with your cargo of spices
and tapestries:
I give you longitude and latitude;

You saw me rise bare-breasted
from the deep
through the glass.

Now, use your mariner instincts,
sextant, pole star, what you
were born knowing
to re-set the course.








To participate in the wonderful Sunday meme The Mag clique asi.    

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012



8 comments:

Maureen said...

Wonderful, Jenne. I love the image of sea goddesses giving tutelage, the spiritedness of riding the dolphin, and that hopefulness in the final four lines. Indeed: "born knowing / to re-set the course."

Michael said...

applause will have to do because any attempt at flattery would seem so very shallow next to already brilliantly written words.

Berowne said...

"Riding the dolphin" could, in a phrase, descibe your work. Excellent.

Helen said...

Immensely satisfying ... this verse stands out for me ... 'yet we sea goddesses have taken you into our pulsing tutelage; you have seen us riding the dolphin at high tide'

M. A. S. said...

The 6th stanza is stunningly worded.

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful...brilliant opening stanza...your writing always a treat, Jen...

Kelvin S.M. said...

...excellent take... 'the skin has its continents.. where we are all explorers.. in the brave new world of love' - i always believe in this...

smiles..

Other Mary said...

Lush and sensuous Jen...wow!