Monday, April 16, 2012

Titanic Victims Mourned

The shrill sound of a ship’s whistle in the North Atlantic.
Relatives of the people who died when the Titanic
sank after hitting an iceberg remembered
their ancestors. A poignant ceremony
a century later on a still starry
night. A cruise ship, floated
above the wreckage of
the famous luxury
liner. All was
quiet.

As quiet as it was one hundred years ago
when it went deathly quiet, deathly
quiet when the screaming
stopped. The whistle
pierced the air at
the time the
Titanic

hit the  iceberg. A two-minute silence
was observed. Three wreaths
were tossed into the calm
waters. Tears joined
the relatives of
the dead.


It was the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic on Sunday April 15.  They story is as powerful as it was 100 years ago.

I tried to make each stanza form the shape of a ship’s prow, not so easy to do when I can only use the words in the story in the order that they appear in the story.


© Catherine Giordano
This picture of the Titanic is from forbes.com

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