Strider Marcus Jones- Three Poems

SALTED SLUG

 

your words stung,

and hung

me upside down, inside out,

to watch you

swan turned shrew-

hairbrush out all memory and meaning,

from those fresco pictures on the wet plaster ceiling-

that my Michelangelo took years to paint,

in glorious colours, now flaked and full of hate.

 

the lights of our pleiades went out,

with no new songs to sing and talk about-

suspended there

inside sobs of solitude and infinite despair-

like soluble syllables of barbiturates

in exhaust fumes of apology and regrets.

 

you left me prone-

to hear deaths symphony alone,

split and splattered, opened on the floor,

repenting for nothing, evermore-

like a salted slug,

curdled and curled up on the rug-

to melt away

while you spoon and my colours fade to grey.

 

the heart of truth-

intact in youth,

fractures into fronds of lies and trust,

destined to become a hollow husk-

but i found myself again in hopes congealing pools

and left the field of fools

to someone else-

and put her finished book back on its shelf.

 

 

 

SILHOUETTES OF LOVE AND LUST

 

i love to watch the chocolate

slowly melt

between your lips

of silky liquid felt,

then lick and lap

soft suck sips

in rhythm with your hips,

making such moments of motion

plough tidal waves in your ocean

as each surge of storm

throbs to be born

until the stone and dust

of autumn yellow moon

casts silhouettes of love and lust

that burst and bloom

through every love soaked scented night

shuttered from politics so cocooned

in plutocracies of blight.

 

 

 

THE NAKEDNESS OF TRUTH

 

everywhere i go,

you know

me.

talking to you,

and below

you,

slowly-

spring flows into summer

inside, out and under

this waterfall.

 

sat drying, on slabs of linen rocks,

splashing coloured words, that fall

like pointillated dots

on cast off oppositions:

in those hats and shoes and basket of flowers,

we change positions-

and in the gap, where nature and culture impose like towers,

self artifice is dressed-

but the nakedness

of truth is ours. 

 

 

 

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.

 

Strider’s 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 and 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 27/29/31/32/33/34/35; Poems For A Liminal Age Anthology; In The Trenches Poetry Anthology; Blue Lines Literary Journal, Spring 2015; Murmur Journal, April 2015; PunksWritePoemsPress-Rogue Poetry; 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; Coda Crab Books-Anthology-Peace:Give It A Chance; Clockwork Gnome:Quantum Fairy Tales; Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, May 2015 Issue and Don't Be Afraid: Anthology To Seamus Heaney.