Ses vacheries

by kvennarad

Who but Pharaoh would order bricks to be made

without straw? History doesn’t record his next order,

which was the simple “And bring your own mud!”

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In the history of bricks, she is quite the rare one,

taking down my English bond and reassembling me,

chequering Cheshire red with Staffordshire cream.

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I’m now Flemish bond, a true wall without bows,

but with the occasional projection (a climbing wall

I may be, but they stop so far, no thieving vantage),

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she laid me, boxed me, set me around with a broad

come-to-it as if to say you may look, all may look,

but this wall marks someone’s say-so, so no beyond.

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Happy me to have such construction, bricks without

straw, or mud, made only of magic by someone with

a history of magic, taking my own bricks of being.

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As if anything beyond could be worth the thieving!

That was the thing, you see, that made a braw byre

out of my boxing-up; and everyone saw it but me.

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I asked her what it was for. “To keep you so safe,”

she said, and I thought “Liar! If it’s byre, house,

box, or doocot, I prefer freedom to safe promises.”

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And so I effected my exit, leaving only bricks

unbroken, though bereft of straw, my own mud,

a no-deal Brickxit, just the outside walls intact.

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full-moon-icon-hi©Marie Marshall

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