d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?
Kim has us doing a little ‘eavesdropping’ in the Pub


The sound of rain dropping
From the eaves takes me back
To a wet summer night
To a wooden cabin and girls,
Giggling from their bunks,
As they eavesdrop on
Their counselor kissing a boy
Behind the building where
No one would ever know

10 thoughts on “Secrets

  1. Nice work, Candace. My only experience with summer camp is from watching movies about summer camp. Seems like you captured that perfectly clearly, if Hollywood is a reliable reporter. Well done.


  2. I never went to a summer camp or any kind of camp when I was young, so I enjoyed your tale of teenagers eavesdropping, Candy. I love how you set the scene in the opening lines, which made the clandestine kiss even more risky.

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