Blood moon

Up early, and bated at Petersfield, in the room which the King lay in lately at his being there.
Here very merry, and played us and our wives at bowls. Then we set forth again, and so to Portsmouth, seeming to me to be a very pleasant and strong place; and we lay at the Red Lyon, where Haselrigge and Scott and Walton did hold their councill, when they were here, against Lambert and the Committee of Safety.
Several officers of the Yard came to see us to-night, and merry we were, but troubled to have no better lodgings.

A field in which
the king ate an owl—
old, amber.
Night bled,
no better lodging.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 1 May 1661.

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