Black Country Poetry: Weaving Dreams, by Santosh Kumari

Arts Foundry

Weaving Dreams

For no found reason, I begin to weave
removing the layers of ifs and buts,
mulling over the maybes, possibilities,
gliding through darkness to find dawn.

For no found reason, I begin to weave
in the rain, happy rainbows.
Stars sparkling like my koka,
treading on thorns to enchanted places.

For no found reason, I begin to weave;
reaching out, boundless, limitless
like the seconds on a clock.
My bindi smiles as I fly on magic rugs.

For no found reason – I have woven,
dropped stitches, stained with loss,
held together with fine golden thread.
Done! My dreams have been woven.

Punjabi words: Koka – nose jewel, Bindi – forehead jewel


SantoshSantosh is a member of the Punjabi Women’s Writing Group and attends a creative writing course run by Workers’ Educational Association (WEA) in Wolverhampton. She read her stories at the Wolverhampton Literature Festival earlier this…

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