The Path, the Fence, the Fields; Beads on Strings by Strider Marcus Jones

The Path, the Fence, the Fields

we walk by the river

talking inside ourselves,

like rhapsodies in two reflections-

different, but the same.

the path, the fence, the fields-

unknown obstacles that stare

through then, and now, beyond-

have heard love chime before.

ahead the river breaks

going separate ways,

but we stick to the same side

in the willow woods

and farms of flooded fields-

with ascension stroking

each reaction

phosphorous in the rain.

Beads on Strings

a thought about you-

triggered, by the sight and sound and smell

of something else-

brings it all back.

the old brick bridge,

hunch-backed

over the still canal-

reflects on those reflections gone

dark inside me deep-

which spoke prophetic phrases

that echoed on its ceiling

and fused within my own

bead on this simple string of time.

i felt i knew

each sentence in your senses,

and loves rhythms, rapid and relaxed-

made its own ripples, constant then but absent now,

with sanguine words,

and sagacious phrases

vibrating in the chords of air, like music moulding time.

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 x4 and Best of the Net x3, his five published books of poetry  reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms. https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/