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.