Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Song

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The beat pumps.
It vibrates through my head.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

Swirling lyrics wrap themselves around my tongue, clumsily falling from my mouth.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The rhythm intensifies.
My frenzied mind scrambling to make sense of it.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

I feel out of control.
My body’s a slave to this tune.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The room has become a pinprick. Just me, you, and the pulse.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

Then I realise.
I’ve heard this song before.
“It is love,” my heart continues to sing.

By Sarah ©️2019

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #118 – Song

Scribblings by Sarah

One More Time

Even with a plethora of songs on my iPod, none of them, were filling the void I was feeling today. I flicked from one track to the next, feeling ever more, musically dissatisfied. I needed something that would turn my mood around.

Suddenly, I was struck with an idea. I wandered over to the buffet and pulled open the top drawer. Inside, I carefully extracted an old 45 vinyl record. Turning it slowly in my fingers, I smiled. Yes, I mused, pleased with myself. This would scratch my itch!

I opened the lid of my old, 80s stereo (that remarkably, still worked – they didn’t design things like this anymore) and flicked the power switch to on. A satisfying crackle of static hummed through the speakers, ever so briefly. Placing the vinyl on the the turntable, I manually guided the thin needle into the first groove of the record’s A side.

As the opening chimes of the piano riff began, I immediately began to feel soothed. The sound was amazing as it boomed through the stereo speakers, surrounding me and carrying me away. The molten voice of Gloria Gaynor soon sponged off all the hurt, rejection and disappointment, replacing it with something else.

A righteous, empowering, spirit overcame me, and I found myself jumping up; dancing and singing along, alone in my lounge room. In that moment, I knew things were going to be okay. I would be okay.

But as the final words of the song faded out, I decided I had better play it one more time, just to be sure…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Suddenly; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 335, Words – design, plethora, soothe, groove, final, none, vinyl, chime, void, sponge, song, one

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Larrikin


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Unexpectedly you fly in. A true Aussie larrikin*, bursting into the party. Your costume for the festivities is brown and white, peppered with accessories of brilliant blue. You want to be seen, but not necessarily stand out. Your watchful gaze misses nothing; hawk-like eyes alert and piercing, scanning the room. You may be waiting for a friend. Or maybe, you are the friend they are waiting for. Suddenly you throw back your head and a peel of laughter erupts. A chuckling, joyful sound that makes us stop in our tracks, turn and see what is so funny. But before you can answer, you leave as suddenly as you arrived, already looking for the next party to crash.

majestic bird perched
on branch, you witness the world
gifting us your song

By Sarah ©2017


* larrikin (Australian/NZ slang) – a person with apparent disregard for convention; a maverick.

Author’s note: The Laughing Kookaburra is instantly recognisable in both plumage and voice. It is generally off-white below, faintly barred with dark brown, and brown on the back and wings. The tail is more rufous, broadly barred with black. There is a conspicuous dark brown eye-stripe through the face. It is one of the larger members of the kingfisher family and is native to Australia. They are used to interacting with humans and some can be quite tame.

Source: Birds in backyards

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – laughterSuddenlyexpect; and also, Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #51 – gift and song