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…)