NaPoWriMo (Day 14): The rush

 
Finally got around to this at 9.24pm, after work and an exercise class. So, currently doing some very heavy breathing, which fits in quite well with writing about the opening scene of the movie of your life. It should begin with childbirth, but I’m going to excuse you that. I’m not sure if this poem fits the prompt, but it’s the first thing that came into my head. There’s something about a great gig, so here we go.
 
For the month of April, I’m writing a poem a day from prompts on https://www.napowrimo.net. You can click on the headlines (Day One, etc) to view/add comments. There’s also a list of participants’ sites below the site header.

Day 14

Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you!
 

The rush

There’s a guitar solo
whipping through the crowd,
and a drum roll
as a zillion heads are bobbing
like an endless sea of hair.
 
The lead man’s singing
in his denim, big boots,
leather waistcoat open,
microphone gripped like a lolly-pop.
 
I can’t fathom what he’s singing,
but I know it’s gotta be good.
 
I’m so far back
he could be talking French,
but there’s a rush in the air,
an electricity,
and it’s building,
building…
 
everyone can feel it,
this gathering of sound;
the bass guitarist
is taking centre-stage,
snaking,
and he’s on fire.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 14, 2022