brickmaker of tozeur….

at her parent’s home
she waits
while he tends to the fire
that forms the
bricks
curtains
furniture
lamps
utensils
all made of
clay
sold
and saved
as a dowry
for  his love
who like him
is made
from the same clay

20 thoughts on “brickmaker of tozeur….

  1. that’s beutiful. only now i realise the different forms and shapes love can take. i guess tis not so late, as they do say, better late than never.

    an exquisite poem.

    “for his love
    who like him
    is made
    from the same clay”

    wow! (:

  2. I really like this poem… gives a deep image of making so many things out of clay — and then adds that he and she are also made of clay. a really thoughtful poem.

  3. A beautiful image, simple and touching. Tending the fire of love in such a practical way, and how the fire fixes the shape of clay. Leaves me with much to think on.

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