Transistor Radio

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

black transistor radio in the middle of the field

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.

8 thoughts on “Transistor Radio

  1. 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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