Jesse Rowe Poet Pantoum

The Little Match Girl

She sat huddled in an alleyway, frozen to the bone
Shivering with the clutch of matches that she sold.
She hadn't sold a match, but so longed to go home
To warm her naked feet from cobblestone so cold.

Shivering, with the clutch of matches that she sold,
She lit a match upon the wall to feel its tiny heat
To warm her naked feet from cobblestone so cold,
But in a moment swiftly, it had spent itself complete.

She lit a match upon the wall to feel its tiny heat.
Faintly she saw her grandmother, beautiful as life,
But in a moment swiftly, it had spent itself complete
Escaping from such misery, biting cold and strife

Faintly she saw her grandmother, beautiful as life
She hadn't sold a match, but so longed to go home.
Escaping from such misery, biting cold and strife
She sat huddled in an alleyway -- frozen to the bone.

Posted:  8/23/2016
Revised:  8/1/2018

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John Lawless September 12, 2018 at 10:08 AM Sadly Jesse it is a story played out too often on the harsh streets of cold cities. Thanks for entering the contest.

Charles Reese July 31, 2018 at 11:28 PM I see you did one as well. I really like it. It tells a very vivid story in those lines. You made 1 mistake though. The first line of the first verse is to be the last line and the 3rd line of verse 1 is to be the 2nd line of your last verse. A very easy fix though. Jesse Rowe August 1, 2018 at 10:01 AM Thank you. This style was very new to me and I didn't even notice the mistake. In changing it, though, I decided to revise several of the lines. I like it much better now. Thank you for the prompt.

Skat A August 24, 2016 at 1:36 AM Great last line......... Skat