I decided to use one of my favorite class poems with the prompt, and here is the result:
The Dark Woods
(In response to Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)
The evening was splendid,
A world of hushed whispers,
The perfect shade of Opal white,
But I did not merely pause
By the tree-girth of the woods, my dear.
They were lovely, and dark, indeed,
And they invited me to rest upon
Their warm-breasted shadow rocks,
To dance among sprites in streams
Too cold for a December shin-dance,
But I was ghastly hungry after
Such a long ride into that forlorn country
Where no steeples shined from the clouds
In the distance, nor any town clock echo chime.
I paused mostly to eat and watch
The winds waltz the wings of winter birds with
My horse, old Sadie, the most devoted type,
Her ears-full of tufts, the safest place
For my secrets to spill themselves.
And so we sat together and dined
On wild apples from trees
Planted by the long-dead princess
Of one fairytale or other.
Yes, I tell you, the fairytales are true!
The wicked witch did cackle into
A mirror before turning it into the moon!
The sprites did reincarnate, buds
Of flowers among a lonesome wood of
Wildflowers and honeysuckle, a forest-full
Of the sweetest kind. A kind of magic
That lives and dies many times.
So why shouldn’t I?Why shouldn’t I?