Thursday, October 9, 2025: Strider Marcus Jones's "Fading Sphinx"

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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 https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, and nominated for both the Pushcart Prize x3 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.



                                                                                                       © marie c lecrivain



Fading Sphinx

another beautiful eye

reflects lifes lie,

when you look into its face

and see a better place

close by.

without that circle round its dream,

everything is seen

to separate unequally in two

and drift apart blown through

old sky.

the why, where and when

does not matter then,

as it dissipates

into other fates

making old orders die.

in all the residue

of what we knew,

a fading sphinx, casting contemporary

shadows, rises, temporary

but still drops by

elsewhere, in the flawed foundations

of younger civilizations,

building their own

mountains of shaped stone

where polished lenses spy.

© Strider Marcus Jones



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