Mr. P.’s blues

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

A rose told my thoughts
and I took to drink,
dined with my troubles—
the money horse,
the rose that brought
a slow hell home.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 23 February 1659/60.

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4 Replies to “Mr. P.’s blues”

  1. This one’s amazing, with or without constraints. Love the last couplet. But the “money horse” seems integral — a powerful suggestion, but the rest of the poem stands up to it.

    1. Thanks — I’m glad you thought so. I really sweated over this one. It was Rachel’s suggestion that I make “rose” into a noun and incorporate that. Plus, we were reading about Brynhild’s revenge and death in the Poetic Edda this evening, and I think that’s partially behind the horse and slow hell.

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