Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Girl Scout in the Woods

 Lillian is hosting Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ it's about Forests!! 

[ Sending healing energy Lillian's way ]


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Twelve / soft in the bones

but braver than I knew

a borrowed sleeping bag

zippered tight / my cocoon

spread over pine needles 

resting on damp earth


A circle of girls / not quite strangers

not quite sisters / until the camp fire was lit

crackling like a living thing / never fully gone

burning low and steady / counselors laughing

speaking in voices that made safety feel easy

like it had always been there


In morning smoke / pancakes crisped at edges

sweetened with syrup and smoky joy  

i didn't ask what lay beyond the woods

i didn't need to / it would wait 

it would always wait


And when i was ready 

i would walk into the forest

not fearful / not quite fearless

but filled with something strong

just beginning to name itself






29 comments:

  1. A wonderful memory told perfectly, Helen, which took me back to my girl guide days. My grandson went camping for the first time recently, but nowadays they have all mod cons, no ‘borrowed sleeping bag’ ‘spread over pine needles resting on damp earth’. But they still have camp fires – I’d be surprised if they didn’t, they are the best part! I love the final stanza with the walk into the forest ‘filled with something strong just beginning to name itself’.

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  2. Beautiful memory and beautifully express 💕(Ange)

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    1. Thank you, I love challenges that offer the opportunity of looking back.

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  3. I love your coming of age story in the woods, Helen.

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  4. What wonderful memories that have stayed with you - all the senses are delighted in your words! Jae

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  5. Wonderful memory!!
    I loved how you wrote that he is starting to name (essentially define) himself!! Yes, that's how life is!!

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  6. This is a wonderful memory... my early forest memories are so different... I mostly remember it as a place where we worked to clear the forest, so fire was mostly utilitarian

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  7. If I were young again, and living in Central Oregon, my memories might be more in line with yours, Bjorn. Cheers!

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  8. Love your coming of age story, that time filled with brimming confidence Helen. Beautiful share!

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    1. Once a Girl Scout the memories are "fixed" I think. It's how I got my Grandma name Woonie. LOL.

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  9. Enjoyed your memory! The last two lines are a beautiful transitional change in viewpoint and life.

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  10. Beautiful, Helen! You brought back great memories!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  11. "Just beginning to name itself" - virgin girls (I suppose) in the virgin forest (hard now to even imagine), just beginning to enter each other like the first poem writes again. How lush and precious a moment.

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    1. Indeed, memories I treasure and love reflecting on ~~~ thank you!

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  12. A poetic rite of passage. How lovely!

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  13. I love how personal your poem is. You truly shared yourself via the prompt.

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  14. What a wonderful, image-rich memory. I love your last line.

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  15. The power of being, the power of forest, grounded, transformed.

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.