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.’