A PORTRAIT OF DEATH By Strider Marcus Jones

a portrait of death

is still life-

here, but not here.

that last breath-

blew the sail on the ship into The West.

condensed like the sun going down and left

its trace of atmosphere

in every clef

of meaning

of the rune Ing

asking each note of love and laughter

to continue you, here and after-

while you sit, or walk,

or dream

and hear me in a thought,

or touch me in a scene

when I was here

as you remember-

but know that what I brought,

is with you now in moments caught-

when Dali's melting clock

to The Persistence Of Memory,

made Time stop

and stroke your Memory,

so each symbolic ember

can be savoured

in your mind

like favoured

maltey scotch

when the images rewind

the fingers on your watch-

to keep you growing,

in this now of not knowing

the paths that come to you-

to last, and live what's new.

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.

  

His poetry has been published in numerous publications including: The Huffington

Post USA; The Crossroads Magazine, The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine;The Lampeter Review and Dissident Voice.