The week has been hollow
time has been crawling, it’s slow
but with dusk, the pressure is building
I’m boiling, I’m bubbling
it’s never or now
we’re leaving for town, it’s
Friday night and the lights are low
it’s never or now
as dressed in jacket and jeans I am the king,
the band starts to sing
when all of the sudden, the queen
hurls stars in my way,
she’s dancing, I’m starting to sway
It’s never or now
she’s the hottest I’ve seen,
but at just seventeen, needless to say
it’s never. not now.
Today Lilian hosts at dVerse with a prompt referring to ABBA, and a little bit on me as I happen to share the first name with one of the B:s in the band name. We are to pick a line from the hit song Dancing Queen and so I’ve done. My poem is kind of response to the epic song.
November 30, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Nice twist at the end, this made me smile! I like how you played with song lyrics here, and unleashed some Saturday Night Fever 🙂
Love the twist at the end…..and this iconic photo of John Travolta is perfect for it! 🙂
Fitting choice of words. And wise decision at the end. 😉
This is gorgeously rendered, Bjorn! 😀 I love the rhythmic flow here especially; “as dressed in jacket and jeans I am the king, the band starts to sing when all of the sudden, the queen hurls stars in my way,
she’s dancing.” 💝💝
I’m smiling from ear to ear: after the craftily despondent beginning, the rising excitement of a night on the town, comes the “awakening.” Just like a dream, Bjorn!
Pax,
Dora
Very cool poem, Bjorn. I loved this line: “the queen hurls stars in my way” lots of poetry in that line. 🙂
Yes, you picked out one of the aspects of Abba lyrics that hasn’t aged well, the girl as object and also the one who is wrong when there’s a breakup.
This puts me in mind of one of my favorite cd labels called NOTNOW music, which does collections of vintage recordings. And you can dance to them!
A great reposnse. I love that first line, and the last…….
Haha! Those lost days of innocence…..the last lines made me smile, though of course it is deadly serious at the time…and you brought back those times, of Abba, Saturday night fever, KC and the Sunshine Band and all the others who populated the discos…a word that may not even exist anymore….
Your poem was so very different… I remember the prostitutes hunting western men in the hotel of Beijing… but I kept a much larger distance than you
I too liked the twist at the end. Nice!
Aww she’s too young Björn😞
Much💜love
This is so beautiful❤
That’s the thing about time—it’s never not now.
I love the twist with the throwing-stars.
Well done Bjorn. You nailed it!
A great flash back to the disco days! When you are seventeen… it is never… not now! I love it.
Oh the agony of being seventeen!
Love it! 😀 Especially the last line.
Ahh nice! The last two lines actually made me smile 😀
I can only second what everyone else said about that twist with “never, not now” at the end. Great stuff!
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What a wonderful way to use the prompt. At seventeen… it coulda been?
I like the inclusion of the additional lines Bjorn, very effective!
Beautiful.
I could ‘see’ you and that’s high praise, my friend.