A Grand Old Dame Poem by Mark Heathcote

A grand old bird was she with a poetic word:
Given wings, she would have flown & made her thrown
Upon a star in heaven, a grace had she
Very seldom has it been seen regal as a movie, queen.

A grand old dame, rack my brain, what was her name?
Katherine, I do believe, oh, what a strain
This spoken funeral eulogy is to be
Yes, an uncommon elegance had she.

A grand old patron of the arts broke all our hearts
But left a good measure of all that's needed
Unsweetened to step into her delicate shoes
So let us not talk of calligraphy or curlicues.

A grand old dame was she with a poetic word:
Given wings, she would have flown & made her thrown
Upon a star in heaven, a grace had she
An honour it's been to know the women behind the portraits
Now, off she's flown like a butterfly, still amorphous.