Poetry by Strider Marcus Jones
Forage In Me
forage in me amongst the dunes still damp in sun and wind as the tide retreats- for driftwood and strange shaped pebbles. where have they been, these abandoned voices, with colours and textures, wild and domestic, moving and rooted, sooting and scenting the air- being engraved by beauties and conflicts, uncovering how love is only rented jumping ship when it sights new land. inner changes, have not changed anything out there; and when what moved in is all moved out, we can sometimes sit in this displaced time, with drifting belongings and pebbled thoughts, aware of strangers moving slower than the clouds deliberately doing the same.
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. He is a member of The Poetry Society, and is five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.