The Other Self

Jan 5

Written By Strider Marcus Jones

The other self,

Abstracted in the press

Of turned-down pages,

Gets mucked up in the mess

And shows how unlaminated age is.

If nothing else —

These nude notes

Being played behind the curtain

Where the stage is,

By soloist strings

And hermit woodwinds —

Are far hopes

Of uncertain

Opening chords

Calling out

To the duet

I haven't come to yet.

And afterwards,

If all those afterwards

Could talk and kiss and spout,

There would be

No more misery —

Move it out.

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. A member of The Poetry Society and nominated for both the Pushcart and Best of the Net, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, a moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

Strider Marcus Jones

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 and nominated for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, his five published books of poetry (https://stridermarcusjonespoet.blogspot.com/) reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. His poetry has been published in numerous publications, including The Huffington Post USA, The Stray Branch Literary Magazine, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Recusant, The Lampeter Review, and Dissident Voice.

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