Dream Snatcher

By Mercy Moige Mecha

The dreams we dreamed…
They are no more

They’ve fled with rooster and sun’s light,
they only lasted the night.

The dreams we grasped-
We thought we did!

They looked so real!
Now we stare at empty palms.

Repression, Is it you?
Trapped our dreams?
lobotomized our dream-memory?

I despair to dream.

Of what use is a dreamer
Who cannot remember?

Dream weaver, weave no more yarns!
Dream snatcher-No more dreams.

The shop of dreams

I want to open a shop
In every street corner
Of every country and border;
To dispense of dreams instead of soap!

The name of my business
Would be ‘The shop of dreams’
And if you think that a mouthful
‘The Dream Shop!  Will suffice.

My display windows would shine like sunbeams
What you would watch would be spectrums
Of dreams bursting out of their seams-
Crying out, ‘Make me a dream come true!

My slogan would be
Come one , come all
Dreams for sale, one price for all
They are free, BIG or small!

My till would print receipts
Reading-It costs nothing to dream

My special offer would be-
Why dream small when you can dream tall
Anyway, the stuff of dreams is free for all.

Talented Northampton based writer and poet Mercy Moige Mecha is part of the Northampton Writers group and on the way to having her short stories and some of her poetry published in their literary journal. This  September she will be pursuing Writing for Children(MA) at Winchester University.