Written about the Titanic. -11th April 2013.

The account.



The Empire style whispered a cultured heartening
That made me feel elegant and privileged.
I remember thinking how the French fabrication liberated me.
It was the style of the people.



The first scream lay the foundation of those to follow.
Maple back violins ceased singing
And the fashioning of our graceful banquet sharply perished.
Our fragility was measured.



The disarray of all those faces doubled the urgency
Of falling architecture.

I recall the clock on the Grand Staircase and how it shifted.
The vessel loudly spoke.



I can still hear the agony of men in my sleep.
Hope didn't have a chance, for fear gripped them so tightly.
The violins began chanting
As fate ordered for the sinking of lives
And reality was met with its silence.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-04-11 at 16:04

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Mirlinda K.
Reading this poem just leaves you speechless, very descriptive and breathtaking. Very good. I wish you the best of luck, and please continue writting. Your a genius.

Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
I like that these are words chosen with dignity and grace. You've portrayed the event as deeply human yet profoundly historical.

I've read this again and again, unable to come up with a comment worth leaving. It's elegant and powerful with great depth and beauty in the face of tragedy. Very nicely done.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
The description in this is simply powerful. Excellent!

Well written...

Commentally Ill
i wonder if they served iceberg lettuce on the buffet? that would be irony for you.

okay, not funny. i wish this were about a bank account, a poetbay account, a paypal account, a facebook account or even an accountant. i could make a decent joke about that.

do aim for a little levity next time, please? 'cause i've got nuthin.

except for maybe that it was fun to watch leo dicaprio freeze and drown on the movie.

This is nicely understated, John, a personal and subtle writing of a very big and over-written subject.

Wow! So elegantly written. I really enjoyed the last line of every stanza, the statement of the lines gone before. I have seen the Titanic exhibition in London, so much history and sadness.