Tiger in the National Gallery after Henri Rousseau’s “Surprised!” Why surprised? – I’m everywhere: I’m tapestry and marquetry, and Paris hothouse fantasy. I am pelt and roar beneath a rich man’s silk-shod feet, I shoulder-shrug a wealthy woman’s back, clotheshorses catwalk me; glass cases keep me cool and pristine, poems fete me, legends spin me, … Continue reading ‘Tiger in the National Gallery’ by Susan Utting
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Two poems by Susan Utting
The Bathers of the Ladies' Pond Each day before they slip their frocks and stockings off and naked, slide like knives through satin water, one by one they shake the chestnut trees and wait for any peeping Tom or Dick to drop like plums and scamper bruised and red-faced through the scratching hedge or squeeze … Continue reading Two poems by Susan Utting
‘Giving up Mirrors’ by Susan Utting
Giving Up Mirrors Like giving up the time (take off your watch, unplug the glowing digits, let the chiming clock run down to silent) there will be things that catch you out. The whole world turns to glass and chrome, plays tricks with darkened screens, with windows day and night, … Continue reading ‘Giving up Mirrors’ by Susan Utting
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