Balls and Belles

These rugby-playing girls - or women, should I say? - are so rough and ready, dashing down that field, conveying that oval ball from this end to that, gritting their teeth. Oh, what might! Such a sight! Or do I not prefer to behold delicate white frocks on ladies whose fairylike fingertips hold their tiny needles, sewing and crocheting, or simply sitting in silence and smiling as we fawn on and fancy their fine, fine faces? Yet would I not receive a slap around my head for even daring to dawdle on such thoughts? It is so easy to spend so much time pondering before I wake in fright: which sight might I hold tight in my sleeping eyes moments before I rise - and rise some more? (19 May 2023)