Twickenham

Dave BontaContemplative

I went to Twickenham to sit I went to Twickenham to think alone in a closet I played on my flageolet till the bell-man came by with his bell and left my wife and the maid a-washing still.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 16 January 1659/60.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Contemplative
Topics:
solitude, wife, bell, closet

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