I am sad napowrimo is over for another year, this year’s has been especially good with the community of facebook going on. I thought I’d finish on a short elegy. It’s made up of quotes from The Story of the Wreck of the Titanic: Eye witness accounts from 1912. Ed. by Marshall Everett. I skimmed and quote selected for this piece, but I wanted to make it longer and use more quotes at some latter point.
I never saw myself as fascinated by the Titanic, I remember my Dad going to watch Kate and Leo version at the cinema with my Mum, and telling me the plot line. When I retold it to my younger sister I added loads of excitement to the narrative, because I couldn’t do it emotional justice as in ‘he saved her by letting her float on the door’, it was more like, ‘he saved her from the colliding icebergs!’ Then I saw this shop window when passing on Piccadilly:
I went in and brought the book that this piece is stolen from:
The sea had never seemed
so calm and glassy
Smooth under the hand of the air,
the perfectly clear sky
Weightless. A black mass ahead….
A sharp, grinding noise as if
Someone had drawn a giant finger
all along the side. I felt a shock.
I thought merely that a large wave
had struck the ship.