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, June 21, 2011

For Magpie Tales and One Shot Wednesday: Civil War Summer

(thanks to Tess Kincaid for the 1.99 find/photo prompt; join in the meme at Magpie Tales.  One Shot Wednesday link widget goes up at 12 midnight EST on Tuesdays)

Civil War Summer

She reads in the porch swing in her white
Sun-dried dimity dress.
She is companioned by live oaks
Grasping at the sky.
She is reading Dickinson on death.
She is reading Emerson
On transcendence.

A boy next door
Has the new Eastman camera
Asks to photograph her;
She assents.

We cannot see
How a short-time later
She ascends worn oak stairs
To a corner under the eaves
To a desk, an ink pot
A pen with a worn nib
When she is waylaid by a thin cry
From another room.

In the attic of the old Charleston house
A century too late
To meet a belle
Given to poetry
A note:

No news from the Front today.
No news from Jack.
Mother has taken to her bed
Over the War. 

And the photo,
A half-blown rose on summer’s vine
Caught in yellowed light

Her ripe, dimpled mouth
One eye looking out
More invincibly than the other.


copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011


Anonymous said...

An excellent write! The last two verses are wonderful. // Peter.

signed...bkm said...

Thanks for the visit Jenne...I have been to your site a few times...seems we have both spent some time in Minnesota....that is where I was raised, I left in 1971 but its memories will always remain...your work is wonderful and so well sculptured...I appreciate your comments and taking take time to visit..bkm

Friko said...

excellent, excellent.

Your poem has opened a world for me, a world long gone yet fresh like the morning.

Timoteo said...

What powers of observation...the eye...as I look at the photo again and sure enough, you have nailed it.

hedgewitch said...

A graceful mood poem, serious but also soft and reflective, with some great descriptors at the end bringing the photo immediacy and life.

Rinkly Rimes said...

You captured the feeling of times gone by.

jen revved said...

thanks a million to each of you-- I look forward to stopping by and to continued appreciation of one another's work-- happy solstice! xxxj

Pat Hatt said...

That last verse really established the piece as a whole, enjoyed the read.

Brendan said...

Perfectly deft in its time and mood, our time transparent in all you lifted from the image. Great work! - Brendan

Kim Nelson said...

You transported me, brilliantly. So very well written, so astutely told.

Lucy Westenra said...

Very good work. I echo what Friko (above) had to say.

DebbyMc said...


Tumblewords: said...

A wonderful response to the prompt!

Anonymous said...

Oh wow this is absolutely beautiful. I think this my favorite poem thus far, I was so touched

Everyday Goddess said...

a beautifully deep story. i like it very much!

Tess Kincaid said...

Very evocative write, Jenne. Nice.