ABBA

 

My fantasies turned blonde  in ‘seventy-six:agnetha

Bjorn, and the flickas sailed  from East to West.

Santa Lucia never shone so blessed

as she did in my private Euro-mix.

Perfect pop longs for that feminine fix.

Cassette wheels whirred –  branding, then impressing

grooves upon the brain; my thrall confessing

love for Nordic light (in Disco metrics).

The names still strike flames, kindling bright renown:

Frida, Agnetha  –  your longships linger

Your Viking faces sacked my harbor town.

portaging hope to this shipwrecked singer,

enwreathing smiles to reach our further shore.

 I Do… (times five – and will forevermore).

 

Welcome to my ABBA obsession
(just one of many…)
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6 comments on “ABBA

  1. You really are a poet. 😉

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  2. Andy says:

    A fitting tribute.

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