Indian Wedding

 

her sequin-covered sari
dances in the sunlight
she twirls to the native sounds of Mumbai
the sounds that changed
her childhood

the quiet drone of bicycles and motorbikes
now an array of horns and engines

in the midst of the ceremony
a wine bottle shatters
once an innocent accident
now a warning of danger

the love she couldn’t choose
the wedding she didn’t want
the only thing that is true
her beauty is pure

 


Caleb Morgan
Year 13
St Andrew’s College