‘The Girl With The Dream-Catcher Earrings’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I’ve had horrible nightmares ever since I can remember

I’d wake up in the middle of the night, heart beating,

Drenched to the bones with sweat.

After numerous trials, I’d give up going back to sleep,

And just lay there staring into nothing.

One night, like any other; I found myself in my dream

Wold, knowing I’d wake up at any second.

A girl appeared, angel-faced, not like any other girl.

The girl with the dream-catcher earrings.

With feathers resting on her shoulders where her dark hair

Used to lay, now cut short by her own steady hands.

Feathers of white and gray dangling there from the earrings’

halo like shape constructing the Catcher’s willow hoop,

Centered by a whitish/blueish pearl.

Crafted by an indian, wrinkled with old age

But with youthful eyes. Similar to hers, similar to mine

O’ mystical being, how worthless I felt standing before you.

The girl with the dream-catcher earrings.

“For what reason” I asked

“Oh, darling.” She whispered “For you, it’s all for you”

She twirled on twinkle toes, giggling like a child on a

Playground at sunset would, saying “Be Free.”

“Be happy. Smile.” She held her dress as she spun around.

Round and round, with the feathers from the earrings

Floating away from her face, which was beautifully smeared

With white and red pain. She giggled and giggled.

“In the end,” She said “Don’t fear walking the path alone.”

With that, she floated skyward.

I never had nightmares ever since she visited me.

The girl with the dream-catcher earrings.

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About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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One Response to ‘The Girl With The Dream-Catcher Earrings’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

  1. Razzy says:

    awesome. you portrayed the vagueness and brevity of a typical dream.

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