I walk in fields broad and common,
journey one inch,
stand in church till dark.
Then wine, two bottles; a rose and no wit.
Let my pitiful verses get a laugh.
My folly has friends, I note.
I play the fool.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 26 February 1659/60.
Fooling with time and space, church, wine, inspiration, and fooldom all makes this more unified than I expect from an erasure!
That’s good to hear — especially from someone as versed in the ways of literary fooldom as you are.
Hah! Indeed. Still polishing that one when I have stray moments.