Tuesday 5 August 2014

3 Poems by Tim Cremin

Welcome to My Igloo

Sorry – there’s not a lot to do
in here except huddle under
covers, keep the circuits working
till the thaw, if it ever comes.
Those who skate across the surface
never know the wonders of
these drowning depths.

 Toy Story

First I bought a toy,
then I bought the toy store,
then I built a factory to make the toys,
make myself a toymaker.
Made too many toys, though –
more than all the kids
could possibly play with.

Fruit Fool

Birdsong berry sweet found
tangled up with chain-linked
drainage ditch, fruit fool
spreading seed near the exit:
abandoned tunnel runs
under, cuts through
the guts of the city.


Tim Cremin is a member of the Grey Court Poets (a community poetry group based in Methuen, Massachusetts) and several of his poems are included in their 2013 anthology, Songs from the Castle’s Remains.  Tim’s poetry has appeared in many publications, including Crack the Spine, Schuylkill Valley Journal, and Albatross.  Video versions of some of Tim’s poems can be found on the Grey Court Poets channel on YouTube (http://www.youtube.com/user/GreyCourtPoets).

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