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, March 15, 2011

Poem for Magpie Tales 59 and One Shot Wednesday.....

Please scroll down to yesterday's post to read my poem about the disaster in Japan.  The poem for the Magpie/Oneshot memes follows.

An Uncommon Thing Appears in the Garden

“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Is my destroyer…”

Dylan Thomas

The bravery of the green leaf
Forcing its way out of winter—

To what end… or because it can
Or bears a coded imperative

In the genes, as we do—in the keeping on
Of all that “returns” in spring.

The searing sun takes itself
Over the hill’s edge

And shadows cradle the tendril.
When no one is looking

The bud is born
And then the silk-soft, rich

Purple tongues of the petals
Laving the light of day--

Voila, violet
And post hoc, ergo propter hoc:

Violet conjoined, sharing roots
By others with close family

Resemblance, quadrupled,
But not entirely.

The courage of the violet
To open to morning

Summon the smaller bees
To drag their feet

Through its pollen.
To then surrender to our harvesting

Breathing color to the eye
Fading, singing in lavender 

For as long as it can from the vase
Before it lowers its flag.

The next time violets appear
In the blink of an eye

At the doorstep
I will leave them

To do their work—
In the mind & in the world:

Semaphores of beauty
Metaphors for tenderness.

Jenne’ R. Andrews
March 15, 2011

Please check out the great memes that brought this poem to bear for me:  One Stop Poetry, and Magpie Tales/Tess Kincaid.   Also up today-- my feature of poet Hedgewitch/Joy Ann Jones, at Loquaciously Yours.    


Dawn Potter said...

Love that image of the bee dragging her feet.

Tess Kincaid said...

Coded imperative, indeed. I loved this. Can't wait for spring.

Claudia said...

i like how you give personality to those violets..
..The courage of the violet
To open to morning..
will greet the next violet i meet in my garden with the words "good morning you brave and tender flower"
really beautiful jenne - also like the dylan thomas quote

jen revved said...

Thank you Dawn, Tess, Claudia! xxxj

hedgewitch said...

Perfect preface to this, one of my favorite Dylan Thomas quotes, nicely expanded on in your ode to the humble violet. "..laving the light of day..." just trips off the tongue. Subtle, those quotes on 'returns' as well.

Lucy Westenra said...

Good idea to let Thomas's poem inspire yours.

gautami tripathy said...

This flows so well, works well for me!

an ordinary moment

Myrna R. said...

I'm so glad I'm visiting here. Your poem is like medicine for the soul. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

Very nice use of semaphore/metaphor at the end. A very nice write. Vb

Anonymous said...

A fine purple-in-green meditation. The poem I think more refutes Thomas than refines him, unless rhapsody could also destroy. And that button-- "Semaphores of beauty/Metaphors for tenderness." My oh my ... Brendan

Alegria Imperial said...

Not spring or the violets and any other flower are the 'semaphores of beauty/metaphors for tenderness' but your poem, Jenne! A truly excellent piece--what else from you could it be? Thank you!

Steve Isaak said...

Perfect, excellent.

Shashi said...

Dear Jen
Semaphores of beauty ... I enjoyed your description here.. so vivid and lovely...
Thanks for sharing.

ॐ शांति ॐ
Om Shanti Om
May peace be... praying for People of Japan
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dustus said...

Agree with Brendan's observation. The speaker overwhelmingly focuses on growth and the translation of nature's force into constructive feelings via language... a most excellent concluding rhyme on metaphors.

Martin H. said...

Extraordinary! I particularly liked, "...Semaphores of beauty
Metaphors for tenderness."

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