Waiting for Hazel
She’s teasing me
She’s delaying her fate
She knows that I want her
But she’s making me wait.
While others have blatantly
Stripped themselves bare
She maintains her dignity
Standing out there.
With the skill of an artist
She’s having some fun
At last she’s removing
Her clothes one by one
Claiming her privilege,
Taking her time,
Heightening tension
To levels sublime.
But me, I just wait here
Patiently please
Until she reveals all
In nature’s striptease.
Soon she’ll be naked
Her body I’ll see
Stretching to heaven
So temptingly.
But I
Deny
The gods...
I only want her rods.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Hazel rods. Fencemaking material.
9 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
By way of explanation, if any is needed, I use hazel rods to make fences. (Hazel = Filbert in the US)
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
(...and the rods are more difficult to harvest when the leaves are still on. And they lose their leaves quite late on, after most other deciduous trees are bare.)
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David Fernley over 5 years ago
That was very clever. It kept me guessing until the end of the story.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
I must admit, David, I had the wrong end of the stick myself! Really Good, Neville.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thank you David; much appreciated. Thanks Christopher too... I had fun with it yesterday 😊
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thank you Drew.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
David Fernley... I hope we’ll soon see some of your work on Drablr.
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Steve McBrevity over 5 years ago
Sex in the country will never be the same. Good one Neville.
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thanks Steve. It certainly is different to sex in the city.
