Strider Marcus Jones

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick playing his saxophone in warm solitude.

His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, India 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; Dead Snakes Poetry Magazine; Panoplyzine  Poetry Magazine; Syzygy Poetry Journal Issue 1 and Ammagazine/Angry Manifesto Issue 3.


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
attracting, like moon and sun-
and mnemonic
old senses,
fallow and fenced
soon become drenched
quiller and squirter
in that linguistic converter-
glow mapping,
slowly blown
in the metronome.


the past plough
through this continuum
cannot be denied
and I am tied
to its dead
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


so what
if knots
in strings
bring an end to things
that were.
I can undo her
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.

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