Art Deco Child

Musing over re-incarnation


 
At times I feel re-incarnated.

Images come to my mind’s eye

when I hear Glenn Miller music.

Smoky dance-halls, lines of girls,

uniforms and growing up. . . fast.

 

Hark-back memories.

Easy times in Art Deco cities.

Climbing Clarice Cliff trees

resplendent in primary colours.

Candy-box houses filled with windows

stained with angular patterns.

 

Streets populated with Airflow cars

driven by double-breasted suits

with turn-ups and razor-sharp creases.

The company of bob-cut ladies.

Travelling on trains

pulled by idealized locos

puffing cotton wool smoke.

 

And I wonder why these memories

feel cut-off in a sudden. . . .

and why the drone of a high-flying B-29

brought irrational fear when I was five-years old.

© Guaj 2020
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ChairmanWow

The past often seems alluring because we don’t have to live it and only the positive aspects are shown. Idealizing a past relationship etc. Nice poem.

Griffonner

Wow! This brought back memories!

and why the drone of a high-flying B-29

brought irrational fear when I was five-years old.

This was reminiscent of my pulling my hard of hearing mother into the under-stairs shelter!

It is a really nice poem, expressing (I assume) things that your mind’s eye echoes to at times.

Allen

I’m often nostalgic for harsh times I lived through – why? Perhaps it’s the certainty of survival – we don’t know what tomorrow may offer so the present has intimations of jeopardy – our yesterdays were not that bad as we outlived them.
Good writing
Rick

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