Visions of Match Stick Girl
Visions Of Match Stick Girl
(“A Christmas Tale”)
New Year’s Eve came in the dark, on the cobbled stone street
On frigid snow and bitter cold, on the little shoeless, hatless girl
Visions of the match stick girl came through
Her name was Mary; lost like a little lamb in fog and ice
London has that effect on fragile things in England winters
She lost her parents too and oversized slippers there
The ones her mum once wore and gave to her with such care
Mother, father and slippers gone in an instance in the snow
Rolled over by two speeding carriages that killed them cold
She sells her match sticks by the River Ripper
Signs read, “No guns or knives permitted about the wharf”
Match girl does not fear for things she cannot read
But for her life and freezing on the New Year’s Eve
She sells only one match at a time
For a penny or a pence for what they’re worth
Poor girl has few customers along the river
As foul weather sets in and worsens
She stumbles sickly, stubs her toe on cobble stones
But still sings merrily against the folding snow
Not for contest
Based on Theme- The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
“A Christmas Tale”
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