Bricks May Crumble …

(c) SJ Murphy

just a few, blood red:
the outer layer
the protective layer
like open wounds
where infection waits – with baited breath –
to pounce – to infect
the stream of blood with thoughts
of pain – of thoughts long lost.
Thoughts – dead and buried – but for the slightest –
open wound –
a speck of flesh, lifted –
raw, red raw.
Like a building – proud and tall –
tall and strong –
with just the slightest –
open wound –
exposed and waiting for excruciating pain
to be felt through the core –
to send the body –
twisting, thrashing –
until almost bent double –
but the core is strong, foundations firm and
walls stand, they will not fall.

An occasional brick may crumble
but the building defends against
all the elements thrown;
the driving winter hail
has come and gone;
the frost has bitten
and let way for summer sun;
and the hottest summer sun has blasted
laser heat onto southern facing walls.

But strong stand the walls –
defended against all that had been thrown against them –
and just as the bricks, the walls, the building
soak the driven pain into it’s rooms
and sway the minutest of movements –
so –
the human core, swaying, just slightly –
with an occasional;
gust of wind, sudden hailstorm, kick in the teeth;
takes strength, soaks the cold, the pain, the heat
and stands tall –
with just a tiny blemish, one raw, red raw
crumbled brick that won’t allow the core –
to dissolve.


14 thoughts on “Bricks May Crumble …

  1. as always, a lovely write. such a beautiful image of strength. even amongst pain/despair/struggle… to know that no matter what “the core is strong, foundations firm and walls stand, they will not fall.”

  2. I live in earthquake country, where most of the old brick buildings were demolished nearly 25 years ago after our biggest shaker. But they said the flaw was not in the bricks, but in mortar that had been made with seashore sand that had a high salinity. Bricks may take the blast, but it is whatever holds them together with others of their ilk that is the true test of any building. No brick has the hubris to stand alone and call itself a building. We stand together or not at all…

  3. Brick buildings can withstand just about anything thrown at them…. but still, replacing those bricks on the facade, those that crumbled under the weathering pain and stress of merely having existed, just takes time. Incredibly strong metaphor. Well done.

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