Small clouded sighs; a fading trail
along the streets of Faerievale
Enchanting eyes and flamelike curls
She was our pretty matchstick girl.
Then fate did steal her far from home
And now she dwells the streets alone
On frosted walls she sings, forlorn
So fragile is her matchstick form
And tragedy would sadly tell
No longer can she matchsticks sell
and neither would she learn your name
For her mind is lost within the rain
But whilst her mind in clouds does stray
her body's left on earth to stay
And still she sings of Faerievale
Our little matchstick's fairytale
Author notes
option 10
A contest entry
- Lyric Prompts!!!!!!!! by ladyhelenaofsorrows.
650 points, ended January 3, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Here and there ...
Head in clouds, from crowds protected,
though frosty streets abode elected,
through time her rhyme may be projected
for faery glitter, joy, selected ...
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when i comment your work pleease pleease! if i dont write much if i just write "....................." dont think its cause im being lazy, its honestly because i have no words to describe your writes! they leave me breathless!.....how you just form everything togather is beyond my imagination soo intense!
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Outstanding
I liked the lyrical flow of this poem and the way you drew her character. The rhyme is well-chosen and you have smooth flow. I could not but feel sorry for the matchstick girl who lives in a fantasy world far from reality. I enjoyed reading this poem.
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the imagery in this is lovely, very well done! i like how you took the prompt and connected it with the season. the first stanza was my favorite, great write!
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