Three poems by Tristan Moss

Today we have a trio of short poems from Tristan Moss which the poet himself describes as ‘unashamedly nostalgic’, I think we could all do with a dose of that right now. In Tristan’s own words he ‘lives in York with his partner and two youngish children, who are running feral around the house at this very moment. He has recently had poems published in Ink Sweat & Tears, Snakeskin and Obsessed with Pipework. He has also recently edited a themed edition (Environs) of Snakeskin Poetry Webzine.

 

My last trip with Alexandru

From where the Danube starts to fray
into the Black Sea,
‪I took a cargo boat upstream‬‬‬‬‬
‪with Alexandru, who even then ‬‬‬‬‬
was forgetful, but still
able to translate
so humorously
a tale of taking on a bear
with just bare hands
that he had overheard ‬
‪from those who slept beside us ‬‬‬‬‬
‪on the boat’s roof.‬‬‬‬
And as we sailed towards Galati,
I was struck
how he, like the Danube,
found himself once more.

 

The comfort of my breath

In this age of double glazing
why can’t I sleep like I did
when the windows frosted
on both sides, and I
would hop into my bed
whip the covers over
against the draughts
and warm the space
around me with my breath?

 

Walking the Wall

I’d like to walk its length again,
from Wallsend to the Solway Firth.

To be alone. But even then
there were gaps: incomplete

parts, parts that had disappeared.
And now, I have my children with me.

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