The Lead Heart And The Little Swallow

About Oscar Wilde's story The Happy Prince

Rain splatters my feathers

What’s the point of a Statue

If not to keep me dry

(Stop crying dear Prince)

 

The red glints in my beak

The colour of her raw hands

The young boy is restless

(Stop crying dear Prince)

 

The sapphire sparkles bright

Against these withered violets

Now he’ll finish his play

(Stop crying dear Prince)

 

The last gem that you own

Your sparkling iris given

For the little match girl

(Stop crying dear Prince)

 

Each golden flake of skin

A smile brings to cold lips

You have no more to give

(Stop crying dear Prince)

 

The winter I have stayed

But now the cold takes its toll

Pray let me kiss your hand

(I’m dying dear Prince)

 

You bade me kiss your lips

Your frozen stone statue lips

Now fall I to the ground

(I’m dead my dear Prince)

 

 

 

The lead heart cracks in half

For the little dead swallow

 

And the Angels take them

For they are the two things

Most precious in the city

 

(The Lead Heart

And The Little Swallow)

 

 

Author's Note

This is basically a poem version of Oscar Wilde's story The Happy Prince which (if you haven't already) you should read because it's great! :D

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

I read that story and you capture the feeling perfectly!