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A GIRL IN THE WOODS

BY ANONYMOUS

This poem is written in an extended version of the villanelle style. It is a simple ballad about a chance encounter between the narrator and a strange girl in the forest outside of a summer camp. The story is inspired by a short online animation regarding the very same girl, which I very much enjoyed.

 

 

 

I saw a maid, most beautiful, as woodland path I tread.

Her shining eyes looked into mine; her figure not yet clear.

A perfect moment, then I blinked—she stole my heart, I lost my head.

 

As I drew closer to the girl, I saw her lips of red.

She smiled at me a pretty smile, said words I could not hear.

I saw a maid, most beautiful, as woodland path I tread.

 

I walked to her, drew closer still, to hear the words she said,

She asked if I was all alone, then giggled full of cheer—

A perfect moment, then I blinked—she stole my heart, I lost my head.

 

As I approached my eyes played tricks; for there a’crest her head

Her pink tinted bow I had seen just before to me now looked like horns of a deer.

I saw a maid, most beautiful, as woodland path I tread.

 

I bid my racing heart to still and purge itself of dread

Her eyes full of mirth set my mind then at ease for her beauty was nothing to fear

A perfect moment, then I blinked—she stole my heart, I lost my head.

 

Away, further still, from the safety of camp by this beautiful girl I was led.

She laughed and I smiled, with her hand held in mine, and I didn’t see past her veneer

I saw a maid, most beautiful, as woodland path I tread.

 

If only far sooner I’d noticed the signs, from the monster I might have then fled

She stopped in the shadows of trees tow’ring over us, turned and then beckoned me near—

A perfect moment, then I blinked—she stole my heart, I lost my head.

 

I should not have come here, I realised quite suddenly, soon I would surely be dead

Her hands dripped with red and her eyes locked to mine, her face flashing a sharp toothéd sneer.

I once saw a beautiful maiden by night, as a path through the woods I did tread.

A perfect moment, then I blinked—she stole my heart, I lost my head.

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