The final stave of

The Little Match Girl

Stave 4

The little match girl struck another

Match against the wall;

From its flame her grandmother

Shone bright, glittering and mild.

‘Take me with you!’ cried the child.

‘When the match is spent,

You’ll be gone.’

Her numb fingers fumbled

As she struck the matches

Remaining in the bundle,

One by one.

In the arms of her grandmother

They ascended together

Before the sun

Rose over the frozen figure,

Spent matches clutched closely

To her heart.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2015

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