Honoured to have my poem STANDING STONES about my Father published in North of Oxford online in the USA. My thanks to the editors G E REUTTER and DIANE SAHMS.

Standing Stones by Strider Marcus Jones | North of Oxford (wordpress.com) 

STANDING STONES BY STRIDER MARCUS JONES

Standing Stones

.

i can still smell his shirt

when he tramped home from work

and slumped down beside us

in his chair,

lips cracked, shaking cotton fibres

from his tusselled hair.

.

he was like that:

never wore a vain hat,

or mask to hide the man he was

and what he was

from himself

or anyone else.

.

he told me my first joke,

showed me how to roll a smoke

in his thick, stained fingers.

oh, how his voice echo lingers

sowing moral ethics

into politics-

.

through the night,

like Lenin, in reason and fight,

making Attlee and Bevan’s lintels

bridge

the standing stones of Marx and Engels

over my youth.

.

rising like monolith’s

of truth,

opposing the dangers

of privileged

abyss,

i watched, his turned wisdom change us

into opposite strangers.

.

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 ofLothlorien 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  Poetry by Strider Marcus Jones  reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms