For The Tomboy Who Liked To Call Herself Jimmy Poem by Mark Heathcote

Katharine Hepburn at her chiselled youthful best
Frankly-wasn't she eye-catching in a peculiar way?
Her eyes their gaze unashamedly transfixed me.
It was a spell just anticipating where next
They would jolt and come to rest. To me-
She seemed otherworldly, like a cannonball that's
About to be fired - not in anger or destruction.
Simply as to astonish and awaken the dulled-senses
Simply as to jettison through the stratosphere,
Show anyone of us can fly and be immortally idolised.

Hepburn was a force of nature, a precious talent
She was like a bushfire burning out of pure devilment.
Or smiling with satisfaction a tempestuous hurricane
That would righteously carve its-own unique path.
Hepburn was a woman I came to greatly-admire.
She was to epitomize the 20th-century the 'modern woman'
In the United States, but she was more than that?
She was the assertive woman, a torchbearer for the future.
She was indeed headstrong, spirited and yet, grounded.
And yet thought while taking her daily ice baths,
'the bitterer the medicine, the better it was for you.'