by Not Suki
My take on "The Matchstick Girl", a childhood favorite of mine with a different twist.
How lovely is the snow on a Christmas Day
Cold to the touch yet soft in its falling form,
melting quickly, disappears--they go away.
Mommy told me that there will be a snowstorm.
Sitting by the fire, I want to go outside
to sing, to dance--to play in the snow!
The flame illusory, I'll be by your side
Warmth of surreality, white and mellow
Creaking door open, matchsticks in my pocket,
I dashed off to the exit and breathed in air,
wonders while sauntering, opened a locket
and felt grisly cold feet then I didn't dare
Lighting up my matchsticks, blaze illusory,
Feeling guilt all over, "Mother, I'm sorry,"