July 2015 issue of Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts
Delighted to have 6 poems in the July 2015 issue of Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, featuring work by Lisa Zou, D.R. Wagner, Rony Nair, Joseph Farley, Strider Marcus Jones, Cassandra Dallett, Jonathan Beale, Michael Ceraolo, Steve Klepetar, and Mark Blickley. Edited by Klaus J Gerken. It is now available at http://users.synapse.net/kgerken.
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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford/Hinckley, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes erotic, surreal and metaphysical http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1. He is a maverick, moving between forests, mountains and cities, playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain and Switzerland in numerous publications including mgv2 Publishing Anthology:And Agamemnon Dead; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; A New Ulster/Anu; Outburst Poetry Magazine; The Galway Review; The Honest Ulsterman Magazine; The Lonely Crowd Magazine; Section8Magazine; Danse Macabre Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts; Don't Be Afraid: Anthology To Seamus Heaney. http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1 . http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Strider%20Marcus%20Jones&search-alias=books-uk My poetry blogs are: https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ http://poetrybystridermarcusjones.blogspot.co.uk/ Location: Paris, France For his published poetry books: Aspects Of Love; Inside Out; Mavericks; Wooded Windows and Pomegranate Flesh see: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/strider... http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_s... http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_... Read poems from his books with reviews and comments on http://www.wattpad.com/user/striderma. ..Join him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stridermarcu... His poetry blogs are: http://http://poetrybystridermarcusjo... http://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordp... Join him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stridermarcu... http://www.huffingtonpost.com/strider... Read this brilliant review of one of the poems from WOOODED WINDOWS http://dagdapublishing.co.uk/2014/09/... And so you sit and stay since you’ve been coming to the running of my day, the in between of real and dream is drawn in what we say now i lie sunning in the summer of your way. it shapes the shade around me, foundations where you found me, emptying that grey obelisk of thought stood in the room no more scarring the bloom– and so, you sit and stay motions mending me, feet turning wheel, hands shaping clay. © Strider Marcus Jones **** Today’s featured poem comes from Strider Marcus Jones. A piece wrought with intricate symbolism, “And So You Sit And Stay” deals with an ambiguous love and the capacity understanding and companionship have for healing, both mentally and physically. The seasons and their corresponding wildlife are utilised in a continuous metaphor throughout the poem, to the extent that much like the dissolved barrier “in between [the] real and dream” the repaired flower that is “no more scarring the bloom-” can be interpreted as the narrator’s internal soul and mended emotions, a viewpoint that is given further depth by the narrator’s “sunning in the summer of your way” an abstract, though beatific gratitude to the unnamed subject’s kindness. Much of the imagery in this piece is organic and wild, except that which deals with the narrator’s situation before the unnamed subject came upon them: “emptying that grey obelisk of thought stood in the room” Again there is a wilful combination of the physical and mental planes, though here it is used to demonstrate the bleakness of the narrator’s lonely plight — an impersonal, towering civic construct that f (less) View all posts by strider marcus jones
Poetry by Strider Marcus Jones 