VISIGOTH ROVER

VISIGOTH ROVER

A Poem by Strider Marcus Jones
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One of the poems about my travels through Spain. What happened when I sat down for a coffee outside a cafe in Cordoba. Being of Gypsy blood, what followed is a lasting memory.

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VISIGOTH ROVER

 

i went on the bus to Cordoba,

and tried to find the Moor’s

left over

in their excavated floors

and mosaic courtyards,

with hanging flowers brightly chamelion

against whitewashed walls

carrying calls

behind gated iron bars-

but they were gone

leaving mosque arches

and carved stories

to God’s doors.

 

in those ancient streets

where everybody meets;

i saw the old successful men

with their younger women again,

sat in chrome slat chairs,

drinking coffee to cover

their vain love affairs-

and every breast,

was like the crest

of a soft ridge

as i peeped over

the castle wall and Roman bridge

like a Visigoth rover.

 

soft hand tapping on shoulder,

heavy hair

and beauty older,

the gypsy lady gave her clover

to borrowed breath,

embroidering it for death,

adding more to less

like the colours fading in her dress.

time and tune are too planned

to understand

her Trevi fountain of prediction,

or the dirty Bernini hand

shaping its description.

 

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones from his book WOODED WINDOWS. 2011. All Rights Reserved.

 


© 2017 Strider Marcus Jones



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Strider Marcus Jones
Strider Marcus Jones

Leicester, East Midlands, United Kingdom



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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford/Hinckley, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five publishe.. more..

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