No crystal clarity of stereo
or speaker power
(to speak of)
but my battery-
powered transistor radio
accompanied me
throughout days
when I was not at school
and undercover at night,
where I’d tune in
to pirates of the airwaves,
a patchouli-scented teenager
in a council flat
imagining Woodstock or Monterey.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd April 2021
Image by Alex Blăjan on Unsplash
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two
The prompt for today is from Poets & Writers’ ‘The Time is Now’ column, which directs us to an essay by Urvi Kumbhat on the use of mangoes in diasporic literature: mangoes have become a sort of shorthand or symbol that writers use to invoke an entire culture, country, or way of life. Our challenge is to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.
writing in north norfolk 
Very evocative of memories for me. I had a transistor radio, and I sat behind a patchouli-scented girl in German class. LOL
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Thank you. That girl could have been me. 🙂
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Call me at the station
The lines are open
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Yes! This invokes it perfectly, KR. Well done!
I Loved my transistor (waaaaay back then) too, but I was over-the-moon when the The Walkman came along, allowing me to listen to whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, in whatever order I wanted, through earbuds so as not to bother my elders.
Thanks for the time travel!.
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I had a Walkman too!
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Who needs static it hurts the head ………
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And you wind up cracking
And the day goes dismal
From “Breakfast Barney”
To the sign-off prayer
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