3 Poems by Strider Marcus Jones

As I Look Through My Window 

in that other way
the wind blows
and seed shows,
so Lothlorien knows
kingdoms return to clay.

evening rain splashes
like beads of nectar
on your uncovered lashes,
glisten in pure light
from the uncovered star
in the bowl of my pipe.

your eyes film me
thinking metaphysically
how all is displaced
yet told it's place-
lost Lothlorien, is the last Ringdom,

not a ruled, divided kingdom.

 

Bioinfo

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. He is also the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal.  https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/                   

His poetry has been published in numerous publications including: Dreich Magazine; The Racket Journal; Trouvaille Review; dyst Literary Journal; Impspired Magazine; Melbourne Culture Corner; Literary Yard Journal; The Honest Ulsterman; Poppy Road Review; The Galway Review; Cajun Mutt Press; Rusty Truck Magazine; Rye Whiskey Review; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; A New Ulster; The Lampeter Review; Panoplyzine  Poetry Magazine and Dissident Voice.