A strange thing, how every day
I am private eye for a statue,
set up in exchange after I fell
to writing, to morrow, to bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 22 April 1660.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
A strange thing, how every day
I am private eye for a statue,
set up in exchange after I fell
to writing, to morrow, to bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 22 April 1660.