Treehouse in the Woods

I could stay out here my whole life. Sinking into this beanbag With my book, A pile of them to my right. The old coffee machine from Dad’s shed is on the counter. More of a relic now, As it hums and squeals in the corner. Also, in case of emergency, I have My dad’s… Read more »

by Felix Spain 1 month ago

I could stay out here my whole life.

Sinking into this beanbag

With my book,

A pile of them to my right.

The old coffee machine from

Dad’s shed is on the counter.

More of a relic now,

As it hums and squeals in the corner.

Also, in case of emergency, I have

My dad’s old rusting pocketknife

High up on the shelf where I left it.

 

Mum told me it was sad

That I like it out here

And like being on my own sometimes.

How else are you supposed to unwind?

I get drained by conversations with people.

Not everyone finds it easy to socialise.

I’ve been told I’m the only one

who’s grown to despise

having to socialise.

 

There was one time however…

He looked into my ocean blue eyes,

He told me the flecks of green

looked like pieces of star light.

Jack said it means

I have a flourishing soul.

Another time I challenged my mate

Dan, to climb the old oak tree.

Like a stunned monkey he hung

From one arm on the smallest branch.

Jack caught him when he fell.

Company is nice when

It’s just my closest friends

And me.

 

My pup, Ligo, manages somehow

To climb up the rungs

Of the ladder.

Who knows exactly how?

He’s a leader really.

People say dogs are followers but

Ligo would not follow me into danger.

He would defend me from it

And he’d lead me to safety.

Today he gives me a chewed

rabbit’s bone he found in the woods.

His warm heart and soul

keeps me company too.

 

I want to live out here

In this treehouse in the woods.

I’ll scratch my name into

The door with my knife.

Leave a message for others

To find years after I left it all behind.

Whatever people keep telling me,

I don’t need to socialise much

In order to enjoy this life.

 

 

About the poem:

I would describe this poem as one which describes an introvert’s idea of heaven, being cut off from the outside world a bit more. I think we have all thought about what it would be like to live in nature. The main character in this poem dreams of just that. The poem is about escapism, struggling with socialising but still wishing to leave your mark on the world.