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THE DREAMCATCHER ( A Poem)


She tried.
And made the hoops from willows to wove those magical webs.
Wrapped the hoop with suede lacing.
The string was woven onto the hoop.
Hours passed.
She wove some of her favourite decorations to it.
Feathers and gemstones, hidden with meanings.
Hours passed.
But she wanted it  to be perfect.
And finally,
here it is.
THE DREAMCATCHER.
She hung it on  her bedroom wall
and watched it carefully.
Rubbed it with an artist's pride.
The hoop smiled, ensuring
the travel of sun through the mighty sky.
She thought that when night comes
 the hole in the center would only let
Bawedjige( good dreams)pass.
She would be able to sleep safe and sound today.
The nightmares will never ever haunt her.
For she has her Dreamcatcher.
And Bawedjigewin( bad dreams) will be trapped in the web,
to be dispelled at the first light of morning.
She slept.
The sun rays pierced into her eyes.
She opened her eyes with the innocence of a newborn babe.
The thought stroke her.
She gazed into her bedroom wall.
There was no dreamcatcher.
No sign of anything hung.
Oh ! Not again.
It was just a Dream..
But she Smiled.
A heartfelt smile.
It was because at last she had seen a
Bawedjige !!!
The Dreamcatcher is truly a Dreamcatcher !

A.C








Comments

  1. Girl of CHRIST9 February 2016 at 21:00

    ente kili ethokke engane sadikkunnu. evidunnu varunnu???????????

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    1. Aparna Cyriac17 February 2016 at 21:22

      ATHOKKE ORU CHERIYA KAZHIVALLE..ENNE INGANE PUKAZHTHARUTHU

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