‘I’m concentrating on an image of thirteen grey geese ...’ by Manuela Moser

I’m concentrating on an image of thirteen grey geese pecking at the autumn
leaves in a garden up the street; on a postcard that reads at midnight meet me at
the other lake; on the ghost that appeared like a shadow of a star somewhere
overhead; on Clementine saying it’s cold still and the air is bright with it which
is almost the last thing she says to me; on variations of experience;
on whether it is a matter of taste or subversion that we are collected
here tonight; on rural panoramas; on the spirit of the thing; on having
no trouble in feeling emotions; on the last time Clementine watches a film
and turns to me and says it appeals to me even though I know it’s a story,
there’s sadness, sentiment, artificiality; on wheat and steak; centred; grace.

From issue #17: spring/summer 2024

About the Author
Manuela Moser’s poems have appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry London, Partisan Hotel and The Tangerine. Her debut pamphlet, Last night, the mountain, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2021. She runs The Lifeboat Press