Elsewhere, In Another Place

by Strider Marcus Jones

ELSEWHERE, IN ANOTHER PLACE

There's an evening coming in,
Like wet towels
With heavy jowls,
To snoop, and listen in.

Walking under it,
Intimate in touch and face;
Our mood moves with it,
But is elsewhere, in another place.

Thoughts cascade like rainbows,
As words said, reach the sky;
Love touches love, and knows-
Sometimes, there is no why.

Beyond this moment, who can say-
What is meant to be:
In the hot rain, boughs beckon and sway-
Uncontrollably.

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 (https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/) reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

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