another country – by Tristan Moss

 

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.

A Bedside Geranium – by Tristan Moss

Its black, plastic pot
has started to bulge and twist.
Water used to drain
straight through it –
now it sits unmoved.
Nonetheless, it still blooms,
though thinner.

Outside, I cut away
its pot, put it in a hole
and pack soil
in the space that’s left
to steady it.

Leaving the hospice,
I wonder how long
before this solid cylinder of roots
breaks down.

 

 

 
Tristan Moss lives in York with his partner and two young children. He has recently had poems published in Snakeskin, Lighten Up Online, NOON, Fat Damsel and Shadow Train.