In the land of my distant childhood
Where dream catcher was kept untold
And violence at home hit the roof
Like hungry bats swooning in the kloof
I thought of the boogie man as a joke
Prancing about on its stinky hairy cloak
In some nights,
I was chased by a pack of hybrid wolves
Dressed in silky fangs and of devil's robes
Their howls of horror melted a brick wall
Then stringy sharp claws punctured my soul
And with no delay swallowed me whole!
In most nights,
Those sordid spirits emerged from the gory sea
And stole my mommy’s hugs and heart away
Then bury them in the neighbour’s bales of hay!
So I searched and searched for what where stolen from me
And prayed and prayed for sunbursts everyday
Alas! One night,
I hang out with insomnia and sanity
We then came up with a bold conspiracy-
We told the world the crimes of the hybrid wolves
And of those sordid spirits’ conniving moves!
With sharpened metaphors and crafty words
We poked and poked their meanest souls,
And with no they delay ran like fools.
by: Reinalie Jorolan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem