Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,763 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

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 what'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.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Katherine (Kate) Chandler Moore, Jan.12,1948 - Jun.7,2015…
A tribute to a Starlite café friend

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017


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