Fire in the Desert

A furnace burns

In the red desert.

My feet are hot;

My heart yearns

For gold.

My hands are dry;

My lips thirst

For gold.

My back is scorched;

My eyes search

For gold.

My skin is black;

My flesh melts.

My insides sweat;

And are formed

Into gold.

A furnace burns

In the red desert.

Poem by Lisa Barnes for Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party