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, December 14, 2010

Another Advent Poetry Challenge.....

Poem Written for High Calling Challenge-- to communicate the big things of Christmas (family, grief, Christ, celebration, laughter) via a small thing such as a poem...also for One Shot Wednesday... just up on 12/15-- a prose-poem, Kyrie for the Christmas Island Refugees.  


The nativity is the family
And the family then is holy.

It is a whole, the sum
Of its parts.  The child
At the center, like the sun
The mother the moon,
The father, progenitor
 a necessary star.

That the family is sacred
Is the child's belief
Carefully painting a horse
On rag paper
For the mother
Who smiles back
Then folds into the lassitude
That never leaves her.


A girl listens to a magnum mysterium,
The ascension of faint voices
Piercing the dawn;
She conjures angels in the cloud banks
That assuage the eye.

She would like to go to the mother
But the mother is sleeping off
her daybreak holiday brandy
Ashes from her cigarette
Scarring the wooden floor.

The father's back is sad
In the dark kitchen.
It is ritual day, a day
Of keeping on, like a nomad king
en route to Bethlehem: thaw
The roast, polish
The silver.


Flare up, fire
I give you a pine knot
Would you steal out
Over the hearth
To end our charade
With a conflagration?

I sing a magnum
mysterium, writing
Psalms to the wind.
It is late on Christmas Day.
Safely separate now,
We dream our way along
the years' dark red ribbon.

Copyright Jenne’ Andrews 2010
All Rights Reserved


Maureen said...

You are so accomplished. Wonderful contribution.

jen revved said...

thank you-- likewise... not exactly celebratory, but... and thanks for getting back on the wings of the wind. xxxj

L.L. Barkat said...

This I especially loved, though the whole thing was terrific...

"Flare up, fire
I give you a pine knot"

Anonymous said...

I agree--this is so accomplished. Fine, fine writing--not a space wasted. It's such a beautiful, REAL, sophisticated and innovative poem. Stark. Imagery--gorgeous. One of my top top fav's for one-shot.

G-Man said...

You think so poetically...
And write so brilliantly...
And live so compassionately!!

Brian Miller said...

wow. this is finely tuned...you dont paint a perfect life but one perhaps filled with hope along that ribbon...

Claudia said...

what a beautiful write - writing psalms to the wind..such depth and richness in your words - wow

jen revved said...

Thank you all-- your support and encouragement is sustaining for this poet! xxxj

Anonymous said...

Brilliant writing! I'm happy to have found you.

Eric Alder said...

I once tried convincing my mother and father that I was their holy child, just like Jesus. They didn't buy it.

Nice One Shot, Jen!

dustus said...

Written beautifully. The influence and importance of family shines through your descriptions. Great One Shot!

Dena Dyer said...

This was beautiful. I'm glad you joined THC and thankful to find you through the network. I'll look forward to reading more of your work!

A Simple Country Girl said...

This is beautiful...the details, the motion, the message.