The Little Georgia Magnet (R. T. Smith)

Today's poem, by R. T. Smith, is very long (for this blog) and very regular (line length and beat). I looked for a meter, but one: I'm bad at identifying meter and two: I don't see a particular meter in this.

After reading it, I had the sneaking suspicion that it was rooted in a history, so I Googled the title and lo, and behold,  The Little Georgia Magnet (aka, Annie Abbott) was a real person!

She was, just as the poem describes, a performer who mystified those who could not lift her. What a fun topic to write a poem about.

Favorite line: "Maybe the soul / runs a quiet current like that, and when the body / gives way, I guess, it takes the secret exit"