Masque Balls (Republished)

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.

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Musings on the mating game.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 15, 2018, in Poetry, Republished and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Beautifully written πŸ‘Œ

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  2. I enjoyed this, Ben. So true, remembering back. (Glad you re-posted it, as it seems to be one I missed.)

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