A gauzy Skein of Propylene —

That sways with slightest Breath —

This bag holds smocks — and Bread and Milk

But — in its folds — lies Death.

It sways and puffs — this Thistledown, Balloonlike in its joy —

Each tiny mouth a perfect fit — This bag is not a toy.

— Emily Dickinson —Rewrite some banal instructions in the style of some famous writer (Washington Post)

Not. From an oldie-but-goodie Washington Post Style Invitational. (Via So you want to start blogging…)