The Gobi’s Spell
Creative Secondary School, Gigi Fung, Poetry: Group 3
There she wandered in the majestic Gobi
Once a fertile place,
Now barren, with nothing.
And without a trace.
Beautiful mountains of sand,
Attracts brave adventurers to its land.
Daylight dissolves into heat missiles,
Shooting into your heart.
Her hair flies through the hot air,
Sweats down, moist the ground.
Long sleeves and thin fabric,
In Mongolia she found.
Sand is what she holds,
the door of mirages open.
Water is nothing but games,
all life depends on the mighty Sun.
Pounce!
The slithering comes,
rattles like a baby’s toy.
Eyes as thin as hair, yet it still sees.
Hot air traps her body,
she falls and lands.
What will she do?
Before her eyes, a reflection
The air hurts her eye.
The more she goes forward,
The more it runs away,
Running for a mile, it had disappeared.
Desperate for a drip of moisture,
The coolness comforts her mouth.
There she couldn’t hear the mermaids,
Only the hiss of snakes.
