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 .

Monday, December 13, 2010

New Poem, from Photo Challenge....

Written for Sunday photo challenge and this week's One Shot Wednesday for One Stop Poetry-- a burgeoning worldwide challenge!

Photo – Andreas Feininger, The View Along U.S. 40 in Mount Vernon Canyon, Colorado  1942

Road and Driver

They had always said
Don’t take the car up into those hills; 
We know you-- 
That you’ll pack in your green tackle box 
With the jumbled pigments in it
and set your easel up
In the most dangerous place—
You could be killed there.

But after all,  her beloved
Was off in a trench at Guadalcanal
That very day.  
She stamped the last Red Cross care package
Slammed down a highball,
Left a quick note, grabbed the keys
To Grandfather’s prized Plymouth convertible

Found herself in the car rocked
By the lonesome wind,
Hugging the cleft in Mt Vernon Pass
Where she could see the horizon
Buteo-buteo riding the downdraft
To plunder fresh antelope carrion
As laid bare and vulnerable
As the body of a marriage on hold

No sacrament or mystery here:
It was just an escapade 
that steadied her heart
And made it bearable later 
when she made the switchback
descent in first gear 
to fish-tail home 

To the dusty parlor on 14th street 
in Albuquerque
Sitting down at the Knabe 
with the Brahms Waltz in A flat
To play herself and the sleeping tiger cat
A lullabye for the end of war.

(buteo buteo =  North American buzzard....)
Copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews 2010
All Rights Reserved.


Maureen said...

So many wonderful details in this poem that create a vivid sense of place and time. I can imagine this as one of a series of poems that together tell the stories of some interesting characters.

jen revved said...

Great idea and many thanks as ever, lovely M...xxj

Maureen said...

Someone on Hootsuite/Twitter just said of your poem: "incredibly beautiful". I told him I hoped he'd left you the comment.

Anonymous said...

Not only do I find this to be beautiful (thanks Maureen for the prompt) but I am in awe of your ability to tell such a complete story in so few lines. =o)

jen revved said...

Thank you, James! The best of luck with your project...xxxj

Timoteo said...

I smile at the beginning, knowing it's going to be good...I smile at the end, knowing that it was good.

Steve Isaak said...

Solid lead-up, love the end-stanza (inspired stuff that end-stanza).

jen revved said...

thansk tim and steve-- will catch up wichyou...xxxj

dustus said...

Great poem, Jen. Not sure how I missed this one. Wonderful images and details. Cheers

jen revved said...

thanks tim, adam, steve! you all inspire me to keep on..xxxj