Lost at Sea

     Lost at Sea

Found Poem from William Golding’s Lord of the Flies

(Pages 1-60)

By Andrew, Amanda, Emma, Karen

The shore,

fledged with palm trees.

Dark blue of the sea.

Tide running with long streaks of foam tailed away.

“That’s where we landed.”

This is an island:

A bank covered with sparse grass

torn by upheavals of fallen trees,

Scattered with decaying skull coconuts with green shadows from the palms.

Forest among the dazzling beach.

A reef out in the sea, blue of all shades,

Clear efflorescence of coral, bright glittering fish.

Diamond haze of the beach,

Darkness of the forest,    

Society paused.

Forest was savage with smoke and flame,

Faces were lit redly from beneath,

In this frustration seemed bolting and nearly mad.

A castanet sound, seductive, maddening - the promise of meat

took possession of the island.