Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
(Lord’s day). To our Parish church both forenoon and afternoon all alone.
At night went to bed without prayers, my house being every where foul above stairs.
Lord’s day is
for no one. I
went without
prayers, my
house being
everywhere.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 30 September 1660.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
This twist on Pepys’s entry delights me.
Thanks. I was slightly amazed to find that poem hidden in there.