Life is flamenco, To come and go, High and low, Fast and slow
Strider Marcus Jones is a poet from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales
Strider Marcus Jones, a poet, is 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. He is a member of The Poetry Society, and has his five published books of poetry. His poems 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 Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review and Dissident Voice.
LIFE IS FLAMENCO
Why can’t I walk as far
And smoke more tobacco,
Or play my Spanish guitar
Like Paco,
Putting rhythms and feelings
Without old ceilings
You’ve never heard
Before in a word.
Life is flamenco,
To come and go
High and low
Fast and slow.
She loves him,
He loves her
And their shades within
Caress and spur
In a ride and dance
Of tempestuous romance.
Outback, in Andalusian ease,
I embrace you, like melted breeze
Amongst ripe olive trees-
Dark and different,
All manly scent
And mind unkempt.
Like I do,
Picasso knew
Everything about you
When he drew
Your elongated arms and legs
Around me, in this perpetual bed
Of emotion
And motion
For these soft geometric angles
In my finger strokes
And exhaled smokes
Of rhythmic bangles
To circle colour your Celtic skin
With primitive phthalo blue
Pigment in Wiccan tattoo
Before entering
Vibrating wings
Through thrumming strings
Of wild lucid moments
In eternal components.
I can walk as far
And smoke more tobacco,
And play my Spanish guitar
Like Paco.
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