A blackout poem made from the table of contents of a book of poetry by Emily Dickinson. Most of the words on the page are crossed out in a block of black, with the remaining words forming the poem.

By Lucinda Holland @lucinda_brynne

A bird came down
lead across the sky
death
opened
on the apple tree,
A grace,
A feather
A first mute coming
am I afraid?
After pain a feeling
fuzzy fellow
Retreating

A little madness in the Spring
A little overflowing word

All overgrown by
A long, long sleep.