
Hello Poetry Lovers,
I’ve jumped right in the deep end and posted a third instalment about the golden age of Disco.
This comes from wonderful poet Trisha Broomfield’s perspective, and a sharp and astute one it is too. One is reminded of different aspects of disco and how much violence and rivalry was a common occurrence.
Thank you, Trisha. Sold gold, beautifully described, and features earrings I’ve always wanted to wear …..
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Flushed faces
acne flaring
fists flying

hormones raging
the fearsome fight
of two boys being men.
Voices breaking
sharp toes jabbing shins
and softer places,
shirt tails free
and buttons tearing
the awkward arms and legs
of two boys being men

One girl, white boots
disco dress, black eyes,
fag askew in fudge brown lips
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backcombed beehive standing stiff
ultraviolet light makes
bra straps white.
Amused, bemused,
now chews a pearl pink nail
turns unbothered back
on two boyfriends being men.
Trisha Broomfield



Wasn’t that wonderful? Weren’t we back in that strobed blackness again? Our underwear fluorescent under ultra-violent for all the world to see? Hormones raging, as Trisha puts it so well. Thank you so much for that.
Thanks for tuning, PL’s. I’m going for a Disco IV, but I’ll put a quick memory corner in first. Stay tuned…..
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❤️❤️💕 Love the drawings and the poem too
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Thank you
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