How nice to wake up on National Poetry Day and to find that your poem appears on the Poetry Society page for the day. That is what happened to Two Rivers Press poet, Susan Utting.
Her poem Elective Mute was the Poetry Society’s offering of the day.
Inside her head she’s eloquent, knows
all the answers, words that tumble out
in perfect clause and cadence, words
like clause and cadence, beautifully
enunciated to herself, alone. Like stories
she makes up, hobgoblin tales where
small girls answer riddles, save lives
of princes tied to trees, win golden
treasure kept in chests and coffers, like
this, her life is charmed, she’s powerful
as a villainess whose thought-spells
turn a pinching boy to jagged stone,
a chalk-faced mistress to a panting toad,
a matron to a pile of linen, waiting to be
scrubbed and starched, flat-ironed, scorched.