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"our steps called out to each other, like melancholy birds."

Before I post about yet another reenactment, I'm checking in with a writerly update. The Little Match Girl retelling is about to undergo first draft edits. I'm going to need a lot of coffee and a few days of solitude to whip it into shape. In the meantime, I'm sharing pictures from my storyboard to give you a feel for the retelling.

The night has rocked me to sleep in her lap
and sung into my ear
the song of darkness and sweet dying
but I was awake and aware
heard my young hot blood
prepare to fight
against it

- Simkha Shayevitch

The street will part us like comb in hair
with curses, screams and beggars prayers
with children’s prams accompanied by baskets
and you will have no idea
that through the jungle of stone walls
our steps called out to each other,
like melancholy birds.

Rokhl Korn




  1. Wow, those pictures are amazing. And this story sounds so beautiful and sad!

    1. Thank you! Prepare yourself ... it will be sad. =(

  2. The title sentence is so haunting -- and the pictures too. I can't wait to hear more about their story!

    1. Yes, that poem is so haunting. It was written by a girl who lived in the Warsaw ghetto.

  3. Wow, I literally almost cried looking at these pictures and reading the poems. I can see a very sad story coming... And I can't wait!

  4. My goodness, I can't wait for this! My heart aches just seeing these pictures. I eagerly await what I know is going to be an emotional and moving story.