Golden Mound
An Ode to Pineapple Tarts
Mooncakes always bring thoughts of the Mid-Autumn Festival. My grandmother isolated herself in the kitchen to bake them. With its rich, golden crust and grandma's tangy, heartfelt lotus paste filling, they were at the apex of everyone's snack mountain (and I do mean mountain).
I think we cherished this sweet delight because it tasted out of the universe and some, for one. For another, they were one of her baking passions, and it showed. It was a pity that it was a mere seasonal delight—Grandma only baked it when Mid-Autumn rolled around.
We can still enjoy it, though, and these verses are in its honour.
Golden
Mound
A fertile soil of crust
Lotus
Breaks down
Burst of sweetness
Tongue cries
Crust crackles
Sound music
To ears raring to hear
Explodes with
A scissors bite
Taste to behold
Tasteful delight.
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Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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