five domes rise
calyxes in a Red Square sky
echoes of the cedar cone
open into petals
tops curling down
soft as a bottom lip
a pout, silken, promises
and I want to
pick one to send to you
but know it would never survive
Tristan Moss lives in York with his partner and two young children. He has recently had poems published in The Poetry Shed, Antiphon, Snakeskin, Amaryllis, Lighten Up Online, Open Mouse, Picaroon Poetry and Algebra of Owls.
