Emerging global fantasies turned blonde for me in ‘seventy-six.
Bjorn, Benny and the flikas sailed the radio waves from East to West.
Santa Lucia’s crowning princess never shone so blessed
on midnight fjords as she did in my own Eurovision-mix.
Perfect pop intensifies the longing for that feminine fix.
Cassette wheels whirred - first branding, finally impressing
deep grooves upon the brain; my pre-pubescent thrall confessing
helpless love for Nordic light (in thumping Disco metrics).
The names (still humming) strike flames, and kindle bright renown:
“Bang a Boomerang”, “SOS”, “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” — and will forevermore.
Those Viking visages sacked and razed a quiet little harbor town.
Frida Lyngstad, Agnetha Fältskog — your longships linger
where syllables flicker, portaging hope to every shipwrecked singer
Revealing smiles in evergreens and helping us reach our further shore.
Glimmerings of ABBA
Emerging global fantasies turned blonde for me in ‘seventy-six. Bjorn, Benny and the flikas sailed the radio waves from East to West. Santa Lucia’s crowning princess never shone so blessed on midnight fjords as she did in my own Eurovision-mix.
Perfect pop intensifies the longing for that feminine fix. Cassette wheels whirred - first branding, finally impressing deep grooves upon the brain; my pre-pubescent thrall confessing helpless love for Nordic light (in thumping Disco metrics).
The names (still humming) strike flames, and kindle bright renown: “Bang a Boomerang”, “SOS”, “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” — and will forevermore. Those Viking visages sacked and razed a quiet little harbor town.
Frida Lyngstad, Agnetha Fältskog — your longships linger where syllables flicker, portaging hope to every shipwrecked singer Revealing smiles in evergreens and helping us reach our further shore.
@NomadMonad who talks like this?
@NomadMonad who talks like this?
@NomadMonad
@NomadMonad
ABBA-obsessed poets.
ABBA-obsessed poets.