[Where will I go
when we call one another mad,
pulling off bride’s and bridegroom’s ribbons,
fooling like mad five o’clock scissors
with my papers?]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 24 January 1659/60.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Love love. And how like.
Thanks, Bill. As is often the case with Pepys’ posts, there was so much vivid language to choose from that the hardest thing about “writing” this was deciding which phrases to leave out. (In the entry following, I even had to leave out a gibbet set up in the middle of the street!)
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