HOT ROD fast and furious archangel in paint and chrome brings me home- purring megaphonious, combusting with sav and sap that i glimpse peeking into warm grill chintz- then she lifts her corset bonnet and lets me touch her glinting bones secreting home spun pheromones attracting, like moon and sun- mysterious and mnemonic old senses, fallow and fenced soon become drenched quiller and squirter in that linguistic converter- glow mapping, overlapping, slowly blown in the metronome. KNOTS IN STRINGS so what if knots in strings bring an end to things that were. i can undo her tapestry make it gone and move what measures on powers infinity. found in mound and moat elements made unmade sink and float convex and concave dance a burning wave. spiny gorse not in bloom sits inside a horse to be taken in, rape from giving creates a living tomb.
BLOOD AND VOW
the past plough
through this continuum
cannot be denied
and I am tied
to its dead
equilibrium
by blood and vow
once two backs
lips wide
whose broken thread
fooled polygraph tracks
even her eyes lied
as she did the devil’s dance
with chance and circumstance
mortal bribed
she was only doing
what other men do to women
so how could I not be forgiving
love is umbilical
and cynical
for all its miracle
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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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Strider, congratulations on the publication of these three superb poems! ❤ I very much enjoyed reading them.
"Hot Rod" is a window into the (mostly) male fascination with cars. After reading, I have a better insight into their infatuation!
"Blood and Flow" is a reminder that it is not just women who get used, although we seem to complain about it more.
I enjoyed "Knots in Strings" for the beauty of language, the alliteration, and the vivid images.
Yesterday, I listened to some of your recordings. I missed a lot because I couldn't hear, even at maximum volume. Perhaps you could check it out.
Stay safe and well! Cheryl
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Thankye for these insightful comments Cheryl. Most kind and appreciated. The sound quality is poor on some of these videos. I must record some new ones.
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Congratulations.
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