14 Poems From WOODED WINDOWS By Strider Marcus Jones

MONACLE ~ Poem

MONACLE

remote ramblings,

stepped and spoken;

like gamblings

that bloomed-

only to be broken,

wandered

and roomed,

waited on quiet landings

like squandered perfume-

left open.

marxist marches.

mithril kisses under gothic arches-

role playing elf and cleric

in cold caves removed from Berek

the Halfhand's chronicle,

seem mesmeric-

when seen through monacle.

but the other eye looks back too,

inside this rhapsody with you;

and the light-

switched off.

switched on.

off,

and on,

loving day and night-

through prose phases

and shared phrases

of captured sun and moon-

like mellow yellow, stroking white witches broom;

knows nature's laws

has moods

and flaws

in her quietudes-

that reason cause,

and fathom clues.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 8th December, 2009. All Rights Reserved.