The Titanic leaving Southampton

Hundreds stood on the wharf watching
as dock hands carted the last items up the
gangplanks taking them to the ships
many store rooms.

A shiver ran up the boys spine
then chilled him to the marrow.
On each each level, each deck
from low class to the highest
excited passengers crowded at the rail
waving goodbye to friends and loved ones.

The ship weighed anchor
its chain, thick, heavy.
She began to navigate and as
the big ship slowly maneuvered
he was watching the wake
of her stern as she started to
crawl her way out of port.

Everyone else was cheering
but the boy had such misgivings
for, he’d had a premonition
about which he’d refused to think
but it was like a dream linked to this
in which he’d seen the Titanic sink.


© Daydreamertoo         *All rights reserved


*The boys is purely fiction.  He was stood watching it all from the wharf.

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #68
Poets United Pantry #109

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

29 thoughts on “Titanic”

  1. I like the lines:
    A shiver ran up the boy’s spine
    then chilled him to the marrow.
    The sense of premonition is good and carries through to the end.

  2. It’s such a horror to see such a terrible premonition. Well done poetry piece of including the Titanic here.

  3. That was a Grand-Slam! Perfectly thought out and proposed! One of my favorites of yours so far (and it hasn’t been easy to pick just one!)

  4. The Titanic is a haunting story indeed, and I’m impressed by how you put your mind to it. Nicely done. Like the premonition ending.

  5. Daydreamertoo,

    A most unique poem which opens a new train of thought upon the sad ending of the Titanic. I do believe that some folk may have a gift with thoughts or dreams, perhaps premonitions.
    Sadly though, The Titanic story is now a new tourist enticement to Belfast, city of my birth.


  6. The boy was purely fiction. Or was he? Perhaps there were those who knew. You’ve planted ideas and done so with skill.

  7. I like what you’ve done with the wordle. Instead of running away from the watery words, you just dove in.

  8. I agree it’s difficult to write something new about this… it gave me chills since it’s common to hear of folks who had premonitions about tragedies and lived to tell it. I too wondered if he lived and could imagine a larger story. Well done.

  9. Being able to stop and not have anyone listen from janitor to cop would suck indeed. And brian was right yesterday and you did to the titanic on your feed too haha

  10. Everything about this is feasible, an admirable contribution to the day’s wordles. If the boy were real, perhaps he didn’t go!

  11. I wonder immediately if he survived, where in the ship he watched it drown, what class he was, etc. That’s the power of this poem which is all too possible. m I can imagine it expanded into a story where he tries to keep his traveling companions home . . .

    Your stanzas are wonderfully planned for plot and atmosphere–the 100s to the one (he) to the ship (she) to the one in the 100s who could not cheer because of a dream. Awesome.

  12. Wow, the boy having a premonition is definitely a ‘new line’ as Dave said. Well penned using the wordle words, Bren. I haven’t done one yet, prob won’t this week, as I am catching my breath still. But yesterday after Brian’s poem I did briefly think about writing a Titanic poem and then I saw your words that you were writing one, so I changed my mind. LOL. I’ve visited the cemetery in Halifax where so many of those who died on the Titanic are buried. A chilling reminder of this tragedy.

  13. oh goodness can you imagine if that were true…having to live with that and knowing you could have potentially stopped it…not that anyone would listen to a boy but…

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