One Pan, Two Plates (A wedding rubaiyat)
By: Ali Said
About The Poem
My husband and I got married during the pandemic (we were allowed only 5 guests). To make it special I wrote this poem in the Arabic poetry style of a rubaiyat (though I wrote in English). It is inspired by the first cookbook we purchased together, and the simple way love manifests itself in the small things.
They say love is loud, a crashing of fates.
Big signs prove it found, rings and wedding dates.
But my love is quiet, happy and small.
It is dinner with you: one pan, two plates.
That first night, first dance, how well I recall.
Such adventures since; fun, we’ve had it all.
But things simply shared: music, cheese, and wine,
Are what lift my heart, if hope starts to fall.
Now we say always, I’m yours and you’re mine.
A vow to bind us, like a ball of twine.
But no paper nor words solemnly read,
Beat a Wandle stroll, just us and sunshine.
This life of gentle joy, never before led,
Gets sweeter each morn, with you in my bed.
Here’s a new chapter, our future awaits.
One pan all we need; love will keep us fed.
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