This is an idea stolen/borrowed/taken from Jen of This is Not the Six Word Novel. Before that it came from a long list of other people which I won't repeat here but it originated with the writer Tahereh Mafi.
I'm so ridiculously bad at poetry. But this idea was so cool that I ended up doing it anyway. I encourage you to do the same. I'm sure yours will be much better.
My RUSSIAN WINTER
is no WINTER OF FIRE.
OUT OF THE STORM we inhabit
a DARK CONTINENT,
in SUBMISSION to THE BIG SLEEP.
FROM UNDER THE OVERCOAT comes
THE WOMAN IN WHITE.
THAT EYE, THE SKY, looks SOUTH,
but WHEN THE DARKNESS WILL NOT LIFT
I think of THE LAND OF THE GOLDEN APPLE.
I think of SOMEONE ELSE'S GARDEN,
and then TENDER IS THE NIGHT.