Arts & Culture

Ramadan Bazaar

Smudged tents clog streets,
wadded tissues in a sink
red yellow-white.
Cars park in pregnant bulges
around these tents, stale sun
rusts on as
day hinges to night.


The buzz swells, erupts in knotted string sound

punctuated by hoots,
flashed lights, and
frenzied head ejected from a window.

Five kuih lapis ayam berempah satu!
in quells between the knots.

Clotting, threading masses,
a curtain exposing glimmers of
trays, signs, pink, steel,
pancake tossed, ripe
flipping tongs, seething black gold on bowls of flame –
then the figures sewn down the street
hem cleaving road.

Waxen, knobbled, silent.

Quieter than the hundredth echo of their tins,
stiller than the air holding its breath, waiting for
maghrib.

Clouds of plastic bags percolate at their feet
diamagnetically forcing heads the other way.

 

About the Author:

Name: Fara Ling

Age: 16 (junior)

 

How many years have you been apart of TPS?

This is my fifth year at TPS

 

What classes are you taking with TPS?

I’m taking AP Lit with Ms. Wood

 

What are a few of your hobbies?

I love reading, writing, dancing (in particular ballet and contemporary), and being in nature.

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