Good evening everyone. Welcome to another poetry corner. This is a fantastic poem, it made me think about old cruises back when then “new” money made for glamorous parties. But something is amiss?? Check out thepoetslotus work called “1912.” Oh please visit this poet’s page and read more of their works!
1912
Arrived
Dockside
And saw
Her awe
Her Regalness
Her Pride
Unsinkable
As She was called
No turning back
Elizabeth
Boarded
Not knowing
The fate
Of a new adventure
Uneasy
By all accounts
Makes her way
To B Deck
B7
All she knew
And so told
The unsinkable
Set sail
Waves
Caressing her hull
Wind
Boisterous
Knocking at her bow
Elizabeth
Strolling along
Nestled in
Warmth
Bitterness
Ran through her
The Atlantic’s bite
Comfort found
Within the sun
Stillness overcame her
Dressed in Elegance
Admiring the
Grand staircase
Dinner this evening
Music rang with joy
Cigars
Laughter
Pleasantries of the evening
Stillness
In the night
Something is not right
Go back
And enjoy
The pleasantries
Something
Is not right
Nestled within
The berth
Her book in hand
The night glided on
Then
11:40pm
A shutter ran
Beneath
Right side
Shivers of fear
Arose within her
Book dropped
To the floor
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