The Queen Mary

A floating grand duchess of her time, Moored and held captive, by chains of elegance. The great lady, holds her head up high, with prides honor, Befitting such as her station allows, behold she is the Queen Mary, monarch of the seven seas, christened by royal Command, notabilities finest vintage, blessed this her hollowed bow, None other would do, for thy majesty, opulence’s marvelous diamond, A jeweled liner, representing prosperity's golden age of fortune. Fallen have her sister ships, beneath the God Poseidon’s unmerciful wrath. She sheds a tear, on their behalf, and curtsy's with grandeur’s grace. As foam to spray, sending sorrows haunting blessing, To thee, my lost comrades, I so do miss, forever thy shining luster, Gems of rare clarity's brilliance, will be remembered, in the maritime Log book of historical acclaim. I'll never forget thee, my sisters of the heart, carried is this message, By swiftest currants tides, to the briny depths below. Gracious madam, residing on the international stage of fame, What secrets do they hold, beneath thy haul, though thy ports Looking glass, many ghostly images do walk, your empty corridors, Phantom voices do echo, within forgotten passages, of your Yesteryear's younger days of yore. Mistress of intrigue, enchantress of mystery, a masked diva, Hidden beneath celebrity’s face of beauty, decor and Design, textures layers delicately placed to entice the sight And mind. Legacy's last link to the past, she is of a shipping dynasty, Of epic true titanic sized giants, vessels of statement, To a culture built upon the value, bigger means better, A classification that was doomed from the start. Yet she can still dazzle us, with her romantic Victorian Charm, always the lady hiding behind a veil of mystery, Waving her silken fan of desire, to solve the unsolvable, A trait of humanity is curiosity, to play with fire, And in the end to get burnt by the flame. A relic damsel in no distress, a vessel of olden days, Bravo I say, we need such as she, to give life our life Excitement, after all is it not the thrill of the chase, That drives mankind forever forward. Book my passage than, I'll board the next voyage, And walk the plank for my own precious prides sake alone. Call all aboard captain, for the queen of the seven seas, For she is the queen Mary, held captive by chains of elegance, A rare gem, in her own right that still shines. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN