A to Z Challenge Blog NaPoWriMo Poetry

Erasure Poetry

Hehehe. I smiled at today’s poetry prompt. As a child of the 80’s the word erasure puts a smile on my face. I loved, and still love, the music group Erasure. (My favorite song is Blue Savannah.) That has nothing to do with today’s prompt other than the word itself. Erasure poetry, also called blackout poetry, is part of what is known as Found poetry. That means that you find poetry in things around you. Erasure poetry comes from books. You take a book, pick a page at random, then erase, or blackout, all but the words that stand out to you. You can create interesting poems from this. If you pay attention you’ll find that it isn’t as random as you thought.

For my response I am going to use the one I had to do last October for OctPoWriMo because it also fits the Blogging A to Z Challenge letter for today (Rose=symbol of love). I took it from The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. I know I should do a new one, but I have been dealing with birthdays and sick kids, and I am just exhausted today. So, I’m giving myself a break. Hope your week is going well.

xo Jesi


The Name of the Rose

By Jessica Scott


The soul plunges through love,

an immense abyss,

without seductions,

without the reckless and promiscuous life,

the lure of rebellion.


I do not say these things to you

about love as a thing of the Devil;

men or women love one another

and desire to live always close,

what one party wishes,

the other desires.

It is spiritual, conceived in God’s name.

Even the love felt by the soul,

it proceeds in disorder.


First, the soul grows tender,

then sickens,

then feels divine love,

and cries out and moans, becomes as stone

flung in the forge to melt; it crackles, licked by the flame.


And is this good love?

But how difficult it is.

How difficult it is when devils tempt your soul.


Feel like the hanged man, his hands tied behind him,

eyes blindfolded, no help, no support, no remedy,

swinging in the empty air. Go now.

On this side the choir of angels,

on that, the gaping maw of hell.


Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

3 Replies to “Erasure Poetry

  1. A precarious position love is always, teetering on the precipitous edge of good and bad, light and dark, heaven and hell . Well done, Jesi! Well said!!

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