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.
The Name of the Rose
By Jessica Scott
The soul plunges through love,
an immense abyss,
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 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.