goddess of the moon fusion of light and shadow, come now, light my room- make darkness shrink and narrow. gravitate to me awake inside un-natural light, half written, half unknown i be eclipsed in doubt, but inward bright. bring your blooms to this fallow bed alone in fates sad stare, wrap me in your ethereal thread, to reset time and covet care. adumbrate loves shallows in my sanctum core, where the pastels fade and pallow without depth and shade on dwindling shore.
About the Author 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. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry 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.
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