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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, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

New Poem, Instruction Manual, for The Mag and Beyond.....

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Monhegan's Schoolteacher  Jaimie Wyeth 


Instruction Manual

What you look for
isn’t in any book.  It is the song
the body loves to sing

and knows by heart,
where you towel your hair,
nude in winter’s window. 

If you fear
the task at hand, pretend
you’ve unpacked the text,

that the instructions are etched
on your eyelids
when you dream.

Think of it, and the body stirs
in the winter window;

it is not a rubric
but an art--
this bel canto
the body longs to sing.

Apollo
is here—according
to a winter's worth 
of words, 
he has seen
your alert breasts.

He has the fierce look
of desire:
he is poised there

beyond the window
in a nook of shade.

Be woman, be the song,
close the book.

Let him in.

Open
to the tender entrance
of the sun.





copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012 


3 comments:

Maureen said...

Lyrical loveliness, Jenne. Especially beautiful concluding stanza.

Maya said...

Delectable comes to mind. <3

Tess Kincaid said...

Bel canto, indeed...lovely write, Jen...