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Strider Marcus Jones
The Two Saltimbanques
when words don’t come easy
they make do with silence
and find something in nothing
to say to each other
when the absinthe runs out.
his glass and ego
are bigger than hers,
his elbows sharper,
stabbing into the table
and the chambers of her heart
cobalt clown
without a smile.
she looks away
with his misery behind her eyes
and sadness on her lips,
back into her curves
and the orange grove
summer of her dress
worn and blown by sepia time
where she painted
her cockus giganticus
lying down
naked
for her brush and skin,
mingling intimate scents
undoing and doing each other.
for some of us,
living back then
is more going forward
than living in now
and sitting here –
at this table,
with these glasses
standing empty of absinthe,
faces wanting hands
to be a bridge of words
and equal peace
as Guernica approaches.
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 accepted for publication in 2015 by mgv2 Publishing Anthology; Earl Of Plaid Literary Journal 3rd Edition; Subterranean Blue Poetry Magazine; Deep Water Literary Journal, 2015-Issue 1; Kool Kids Press Poetry Journal; Page-A-Day Poetry Anthology 2015; Eccolinguistics Issue 3.2 January 2015; The Collapsed Lexicon Poetry Anthology 2015; Catweazle Magazine Issue 8; Life and Legends Magazine; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Amomancies Poetry Magazine; The Art Of Being Human Poetry Magazine; Cahaba River Literary Journal; East Coast Literary Review; Nightchaser Ink Publishing Anthology – Autumn Reign; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; A New Ulster/Anu Issue 27/29/31/32; Poems For A Liminal Age Anthology; In The Trenches Poetry Anthology; Outburst Poetry Magazine; The Galway Review; The Honest Ulsterman Magazine; Writing Raw Poetry Magazine;The Lonely Crowd Magazine; Section8Magazine; Danse Macabre Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; and Don’t Be Afraid: Anthology To SeamusHeaney.
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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.
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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
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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)
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