I tried to tighten up my ABBA poem
but I’m not sure if the 10-syllable per line version works as well.
Can anyone offer feedback?
Glimmerings of ABBA
Fantasy turned blonde in ‘seventy-six.
Bjorn, Benny and the flickas ruled the 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:
I Do… (times five – and will forevermore).
Those Viking voices sacked my harbor town.
Frida, Agnetha – your longships linger
portaging hope to this shipwrecked singer,
enwreathing smiles to reach our further shore.