The legend of the mooncake monster

Some fables never loose its shine

The moon draws near

Her shine and luster

Beauty within that could not muster.

She tells a tale

Of olden song

As short turns long.

Fable? Maybe an antalogy

A prose, a verse of history

Hear her out: It is the tale of eastern wonder

A splendor in sight!

Jealous skies the stars do wander

A monster creeping through the night

Unleashing anger. Right, I now remember.

She said “ Blunder!”

I did not fully understand

But she did comprehend

The story of a past, a future

Withheld.

And so the creature as it was

Remained a mystical pause

And moon trapped in within

Unable fable, untold

A story never sold.

Believe me when I say

The creature remained sane

It ate, and filled immensely

What moon thought was empty

Was filled with sweet, salt.

Oh! Plenty

A caramel-colored paste

To forget it would be a waste

Woven into an intricate box of metal

Of sunk in lotus petals

Lotus root to boot.

Moon, meet eggyolk.

Swoon.

Author's Note

As the mid-autumn festival draws near, mooncakes seem a-plenty. What is a sweet pastry without celebration?

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Whimsical and pretty - well written!

[Kiri Nells]

I don't know too much about the festival other than a show I watched when I was about 7 years old. It was about these cats that lived in some oriental palace. Haha, well anyway the flow in this is impeccable! Great write :)