Almost a bygone era, but still very relevant today.
In sleek silver skies, they take to flight,
The heroes of travel, soaring with might.
In Art Deco’s embrace, they paint the air,
A symphony of elegance, beyond compare.
Their wings, like gilded sculptures, gleam,
As they dance amidst the clouds’ soft seam.
Propellers spin, propelling dreams on high,
With grace and power, they pierce the sky.
Passengers, adorned in glamour’s attire,
Board the metal birds, their spirits aspire.
Leather seats, polished wood, and mirrored walls,
A setting enchanting, as opulence calls.
The stewardess, a vision of grace and poise,
Serves cocktails and smiles, amidst the noise.
Her uniform, a testament to style and class,
A modern muse, in a world moving fast.
Art Deco lines adorn each cabin’s space,
Geometric patterns, a visual embrace.
Chrome fixtures shine, reflecting dreams and hope,
As time transcends, in this celestial scope.
From Paris to New York, across the globe they roam,
Uniting cultures, creating a new home.
Air travel in the Art Deco era, a marvel to behold,
Where elegance and adventure forever unfold.
The Poems I Never Wrote 