The Twin Prows

"Beached, gilded, swooning antiquity,
The days of old sing true and bold,
My golden halls and chambered walls,
Hold secrets, engines, there in thrall."

"I turn around, I dance the town,
I'm new and cut in lines retold,
My deck is clean and halls are lit
and the cabin's sway, all peopled."

One ship for tour, on ship a ghost,
The twin queens laugh along the way,
They lift their glass and spray salute,
Across the Long Beach bay.

A poem written on the occasion of the meeting of the Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth.