365 Poems/ 41 The House In The Woods

The House In The Woods

The last honey golden rays of sun

settle on a broken pane

in the frame of a decaying,

two hundred year old house.

 

There is an intricate paper decoration

hung at a filthy window,

through which trees appear distorted.

 

Biscuits have been left in tins,

jackets on the backs of chairs.

Green fur smudges the plastic

covering an old loaf of bread.

 

There are traces of fire damage.

Badgers have made deep tracks

through the ash.

 

A pygmy owl stamps

in the dust, its head bowed,

a firm reminder to me

that I am a trespasser.

 

This poem was inspired by Kai Fagerstrom and his magnificent photography project ‘The House In The Woods.’

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