The little Match Girl.

Little match girl

This post is my interpretation of one of my favourite Christmas  stories “The little match girl it was  written by Hans Christian Anderson. I have always loved the story and so I have put it in to my favourite medium, verse.


It had been so very cold that today, all the children were out snowballing and sliding on their slays. Happy children healthy children in the snow at play when they saw the bare foot child watching they cruelly shooed her away.

She had been out since 6am, when she had left home she had put on her woollen shawl  over her dress with the ragged hem.Her mother had lent her her clogs but they were to big and as she was scuttling along through the snow they fell from her feet and got stolen by some dogs.

She had an apron full of matches and some bundles in her hand she had to sell them all but today there had been no demand. Try as she may she had not sold a single box all day. Looking wistfully at the other children, she so longed to play.

The weather had been bitter when she left that morning struggling through the day she was even colder now as the temperatures were falling. The sun had been gone for a while now and as the clouds revealed the moon she she said a silent prayer for some to come and buy her matches soon.

Huddling into the wall for warmth

As she crossed the road she spied a street lamp down the ally on the corner the yellow light look inviting she hoped that it might warm her. Pressing herself against into a corner wall in hopes of getting heat she was so cold from the top of her head right down to her tiny feet.

In despair she lit a match she watch the flame begin to catch. feeling the short lived heat just made her,want to  her action repeat.No longer fearing her father’s anger she lit match after match and as she did as if in a dream, of her wishes and hopes a glimpse she’d catch.

The first one showed her a happy home with mother and father and children, no one alone. All happily at a brimming table with food to eat as much as they were able. Reaching out to take some food the flame went out and she was back in the ally crude.

all the food you could eat.

With out a second to waste she lit another match in haste . This she was in a warm living room with Christmas tree and presents. Then Just like before the went out she wanted to cry …. and did no doubt.

Taking out another match she desperately wanted another seen to catch . The magic of the match did to her delight show sun kissed field a picnic and she and her brothers playing with a kite.

OH! no she only had one match left her father would be be mad and yes she knew that to be true , no money and no matches either what on earth was she to do?

what a lovely tree

There was really nothing for it though she did fear the anger of her father. Trying to rise, her feet she could not feel nor her legs,  she could move no further. She was so cold and tired and now the last match had expired.

So cold was she that she fell into a deep deep sleep, a sleep that put her into the good  Lord God’s keep. In the last dreams of her little and unhappy life she saw approaching  her Nan and her heart took flight. For Nan had been dead these last two years but in her dying heart she felt no fear. For she was now safe as nan was here. Nan took here up into her arms her loving voice worked as a balm to sooth her pain and make her warm and lets rejoice for she is now out of harm!

Safe in grandma's arms.


31 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Martin Shone
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 18:55:11



  2. jasmindamaro
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 19:43:11

    hallo w<illow das ist eine sehr schoene alte geschichte in deutsch ist es das kleine
    maedchen mit den streichhoelzern sehr schoen fuer die kinder es gruest jasmin


  3. willofheart
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 21:32:36

    this is beautiful …


  4. willowdot21
    Dec 19, 2011 @ 22:00:46

    Thank you , it is a lovely story.


  5. Vampire Weather
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 06:44:54

    Again you expose me to wonderful literature through your great variations on themes I was never exposed to. A delightful story. I am so glad you took the time to share your version


  6. willowdot21
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 08:18:04

    It is a beautiful and sad story and I am sure that in times gone by a true story, a child freezing to death would be taken for granted a couple of hundred years ago! I hope and pray it does not still happen The story is set on New Years Eve and the little girl is take up to heaven at midnight , I am not sure how that would bode for a new year , well certainly better for the little one .


  7. zendictive
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 14:39:31

    a wonderful holiday tale (~_~) a delightful read this morning


  8. kate58
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 17:24:32

    That tale always broke my heart. I think Hans would be pleased with your interpretation. 🙂 xxx


    • willowdot21
      Dec 21, 2011 @ 11:23:21

      Thanks Kate it was a joy to write it. It has always made me cry and really wanted to change the ending. But I though that Hans Christian Anderson knew best.


  9. hollyannegetspoetic
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 02:41:07

    Always found this a terribly sad story when I was a little girl. I’d forgotten all about it until I read your interpretation Willow. Thank you. x


  10. willowdot21
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 11:24:58

    I am pleased you liked it! 😀 xx


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  12. bearspawprint
    Dec 05, 2013 @ 23:11:05

    May I reblog this? Or would you prefer to reserve it for one of the themes or repost or just save? It is OK to say no, you know. 🙂 XXX


  13. bearspawprint
    Dec 05, 2013 @ 23:19:21

    Reblogged this on bearspawprint.


  14. Brenda
    Dec 06, 2013 @ 03:21:23

    Oh, that is a wonderful treatment of a sad subject. How you made it joyful is magic!


  15. annagaelle
    Oct 30, 2015 @ 22:05:13

    This is a very moving story…


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  17. Judy E Martin
    Dec 17, 2016 @ 19:38:07

    That is such a sad story Willow. I loved the way you wrote it in verse, my favourite medium too! 🙂


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