Tim Cresswell


Sitting there for all the world

as if you owned the place.

An error. Bluestone among

chalk. Wanderer. Heretic.

Stowaway suspended as the world

warmed leaving you upended

culture-shocked and supersized.

Look at your crystals up close

milky, opaque, glittering.

Brimming with another kind of

winter. Fire and freeze. Ten

thousand years of exile -

now part of the scenery.





Tim Cresswell is a geographer-poet. His poems have appeared in magazines including Riddlefence (Newfoundland), Magma, The Rialto and Poetry Wales (UK). His debut collection, Soil, is published by Penned in the Margins (2013).