Monday, November 7, 2011

An open door – Kevin Ireland

An open door – Kevin Ireland

we forgot to close the kitchen door
a sycamore propels itself inside

spiders dangle from a shelf
a mould begins to mat across the floor

insets moths pour through a shaft
of glossy specks of dust and seed

tangled ferns and trees thrust up
the ceiling bursts the walls unseam and fall

our curtains deck out burrows nooks and nests
daddy-long-legs tinker with our radio

a minah-bird collects your lockets and bangles
a weasel sticks its nose into my books

our Woolworth’s clock that never used to go
beats like a gong beneath a mossy heap of bricks.

O'Sullivan, V. (Ed.). (1979). An anthology of twentieth century New Zealand poetry. Wellington: Oxford University Press.

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