#1912
Three years to build,
Less than three hours to sink.
A grand ship,
With a haunting history.
More than 2,400 people sailed away,
Yet less than 800 survived.
A ship that could not sink,
Did.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
"It was in the past"
"Everyone who survived is now dead"
Yet she still sits at the bottom of the ocean,
A once great, beautiful ship.
Now split in two.
Her once stark white body,
Still rusting and rotting.
Her passengers once full of life,
Now full of the icy water that took their lives.
The ship that was unsinkable,
Sunk
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
As thousand of dreams died
So did those who were the makers of them
They wanted to go to a new home
But they'd never reach the other side
The Ship of Dreams
Ended up becoming a nightmare
She was Unsinkable
Yet it took only two hours and twenty minutes for her to go down
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune
The debutante desires her maiden dance
A farewell serenade beneath the moon
She's drifting like a Sunday afternoon
Each lazy sway a restful rhythmic trance
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune
Encircling suitors pack around and soon
She gleans the grating of each nervous glance:
"A farewell serenade beneath the moon?"
She casts them all aside her heart immune
To each until one voice, one piercing lance:
"Bedeck the band and play a merry tune!"
She falters and her bold facade is hewn
And nodding shyly greets his cold advance:
"A farewell serenade beneath the moon!"
Embracing him her heart begins to swoon
A maiden sunken at her first romance;
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune
A farewell serenade beneath the moon
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
*** ice and a slice,
and topped with salted water
poured into the drink
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Susie dresses in the attic;
she has washed quickly
with cold water in the
enamel bowl. Polly is
dressing on the side
of the room. Susie
watches her in the
dressing table mirror.
Kissed her shoulder
while she slept. Pressed
lips gently. If old cook moans
at me again, Polly said,
I'll stick her head in saucepan
for fecking dinner. Temper
on her. Glad she never felt
the kiss. Hurry up and dress
you lazy cow, Polly chided,
got the fires to do before
they get up. Polly is dressed,
wipes a dampened hand over
her hair. Will I do? Susie nods
and ties her apron strings.
Yes you'll do nicely. Close
to me. If only you would.
Polly leaves the room.
Susie gazes at the bed you
and me there if we could.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Susie snuggles
up to close to Polly
in the large iron bedstead,
places her cheek
against Polly's back,
her hands wrapped around
Polly's waist.
Polly sleeps;
a long day behind,
a long day ahead.
The cold night air in the attic,
makes Susie snuggle
closer still to Polly.
She listens;
hears the other maid's breathing;
she wants to kiss her,
but dares not.
She puts her lips close
to Polly's back
and pretends a kiss.
She wants a real kiss,
to kiss the lips
and hold close
as close can be,
but she dare not:
Polly would smack
her face or worse.
She had watched
Polly undress for bed;
it had made her day
that removing of clothing,
each time a little more
sight of flesh.
Some mornings(at 5am)
she pretends sleep,
watching Polly undress,
washing naked
with cold water
from the enamel bowl,
watching through
the slits of her eyes,
but says nothing
just a mouthful lies.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Susie watches Polly
undress for bed.
Watches as she takes off
the white headdress
lets loose her black hair
the tresses down
over her shoulders.
Sees her unbutton
the black maids' dress
at the back
with her thin fingers.
Takes in how she steps out
of the dress and folds it
and puts into the chair
by the window.
Studies her removing
the thin white slip
which she puts
on top of the dress.
Polly sighs
and unclips
the black stockings
sits on the side
of the bed
takes them off
throwing them
over the side.
She stands up
removes her girdle
puts it on the chair
and looks back at Susie
and says
the **** you gawking at?
Just waiting for you
Susie says
Polly grabs an old nightdress
and puts it on
sniffs it
then grabs her
dressing gown
and puts it on.
She climbs into
the double bed
pulls up
the sheet and blankets
lies down
next to Susie.
The bed creaks
and the springs groan.
Shall I blow out
the candle now?
Susie says.
Sure why not
what's to see
Polly replies.
Susie blows out
the candle by the bed
they plunge
into darkness
except where
the moon glows outside.
Susie senses lust
kept shut up inside.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC