From their Golden Bed

 

from their golden bed

I disturb the damselflies

mating, violently

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem 754 meadow, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers –
 

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5 thoughts on “From their Golden Bed

    • In fact, it wasn’t at all delicate – the 1st male had grabbed the female by the neck, using whatever grip is at the tip of his tail; meanwhile a 2nd male had gripped the 1st and tried to pull him away from the female; and they all tumbled around on the grass, Love’s a complicated endeavour, whatever the species, clearly!

      • Delicate was intended as, how can I put this, intimate perhaps. The mating game in all species does seem rather rough and tumble especially when male rivals are contending the poor female … who more often than not seems to be caught somewhere in the middle.and would possibly prefer to be somewhere else. I think we’re the only species that actually idealizes sex …

      • We’re also the only species in which both genders engage in sexual display – in other species it’s either the male or the female that goes through all that palaver… We’re a highly curious, confused species, without a doubt 😛

      • We most certainly are odd creatures … but this I think is pretty new to our species. It used to be the males who wore the fancy feathers while the females dressed from head to foot in veils and all covering robes except in hotter climates. And in some places it’s still like that.

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