Masque Balls


Waking dreams, flights of fancy;
mind’s eyes bright as phantasy,
conjoined twins wax ecstatic.
Tripping lightly the old fantastic,
“To battle!” both genders cry,
as ladies, painted, bustle slyly by,
caught up in nature’s rapture,
discreetly intent on decorous capture;
while line on line of plumed hussars
– Theirs not to reason why – give forth huzzahs.


Musings on the mating game.


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on July 4, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Another example of why I so enjoy reading here! This one is complex and beautiful. Defiantly one to ponder! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • Cocking a snook at the insane tomfoolery and ludicrous insincerity surrounding the mating ritual. Among the various meanings of the word “balls” in the World English Dictionary (Collins) you will find

      3. Nonsense, rubbish.


      5. An exclamation of strong disagreement, contempt, annoyance, etc,

      (Is that helpful in your dissection?)


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