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That One Forest at the Back of That One House

A poem between two poets

By Oneg In The ArcticPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge
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I’ve built you a home in the forest

We used to burst through the leaves and make them flutter

The river is nearby to nourish you

Maybe one day we could go swimming

And when it freezes you could slide

And when it thaws we could smash the ice and break plates like we used to

We can listen to the cracks of the tree bark

And the squirrels race through the thrush

Sometimes I think we are still there

One day we even tried to really live there

That was a sad day

But the forest looked so alive

We used to scream all the time

And giggle between the trees

We used roots as step ladder lines

To go down or up

We would always get so winded by the breeze

Going down or up

And the archways?

Those were our portals into that magical world

And that log?

A balance beam covered in moss and mushroom to practice on

We always took a left, the same path

Except when we did that battle in the woods that one time

Remember the dirt bike riders?

They were so loud

Remember the little dwarf toilets?

We found so many acorns treasures there

Do you think we’ll go back one day?

I’m scared they chopped it down

What if it’s different?

What if it’s the same but we’re different?

Do you think it’ll still feel like home?

Definitely.

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About the Creator

Oneg In The Arctic

A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.

Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊

  • Well done, Oneg and congratulations!

  • Amos Glade4 months ago

    Woot!

  • Antoni De'Leon4 months ago

    Memories are such little imps...you never know how to greet them. hope the trees still stand.

  • Gabriel Huizenga11 months ago

    Such a warm window into childhood, with the rich nostalgia and quiet worries of the present-day framing the whole thing beautifully. Another brilliant entry, Oneg!

  • Sean A.12 months ago

    You really brought it home with those final lines

  • Made me think of my childhood backyard, it was huge and full of trees and wonderful places to play and pretend ... I miss those days. Incredible piece, happy and sad all at once - like life I suppose 🩷

  • Nice take on the challenge

  • Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago

    The reader is left with a sense of the enduring connection between the narrator and this special place, and the power of nostalgia to evoke a strong sense of belonging, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.

  • Nice. Makes me think of my move back to my home state.

  • T. Licht2 years ago

    Wow! Great poem!

  • kp2 years ago

    mm, this felt like home.💙

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