Anita Patel (b. 1959)
SELECTED POEMS
Cane Cutter’s Bride
(Museum of Fiji)
Suddenly you accost me
with silent sepia eyes—
a sallow smudge of newsprint
hidden among weapons and bones.
You shrink and flutter
like a frightened bird
trapped
in the crimson mesh
of your wedding sari.
I am caught
in your dark gaze
in the tattered trace
of hands and face:
ragged remnants
of a fragile gift
carefully wrapped
and dispatched
with good wishes
to an alien land.
by Anita Patel
from A Common Garment (2019)
