distant is the nature of my say,
white gold
old way,
not to pimp and flatter
in contemporary matter
on display.

in and out,
the warm wood shows
and stands about,
in the night musk of you
and milk morn dew
within, without-

through those torn curtains fade,
these stories hold
in pattern and shade,
meanings so immortal
in the mind of love’s portal
with you arrayed.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford,  England with proud Celtic roots in France, 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.