Bricks and water

By YaseminB

Tue, 09 May 2017
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Bricks and water:
This town is built with
The ratio unknown
Mighty forests burnt
Ashen

Bricks and water 
This town is built with
Bricks 
on the backs of destitute peasants 
Faces of soot, backs hunched,
Babes playing in murky water
Yonder: 
Christ in his cradle

2000 years gone
Bricks and water
Have their cost 
Says her lover
Time to leave 
But this is my town of birth?
She says
But don't you want meadows unknown?
Her lover pleads
Meadows are not my thing 
Her eyes moisten
I love the musty scent of my town's bricks

They part!
He to lush meadows and cow dung
She remains inhaling her
Town
Brokenhearted

Certificate U
Poem
Romance

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

The grass is always greener. It's a much-visited dilemma you describe, Yasemin. I enjoyed reading this very much.

Parson Thru

Submitted by YaseminB on

Thank you Parson Thru.

Yasemin Balandi