The End of Innocence, Found Poem

(Music is subtle, but there.)

The End of Innocence

Found poem, taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding,

(Ch 1,2,3,9,12)

Ralph jumped from the terrace,

immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air,

did a surface dive and swam under water

a golden light danced over his face,

Signs of life were visible now,

the children who came along the beach leapt into visibility.

A storm of laughter arose,

and even the tiniest child joined in,

for a moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy.

Yet, they’re frightened.

as if it wasn’t a good island,

as if, the beastie was real.

Beneath a sky of thunderous brass,

rang with the storm coming.

Between the flashes of lightning

the air was dark and terrible,

The hunters took their spears,

the cooks took spits,

the rest clubs of fire wood.

the brown backs that hemmed in terror.

And there again,

shrill and inevitable,

was the ululation sweeping across the island.

Don’t scream,

hopeless fear on flying feet,

rushing through the forest,

trying to cry for mercy.

Ralph wept for the end of innocence,

the darkness of man’s heart.

Found Poem, from Lord of the Flies, Chapter 9

The End of Innocence

Found poem, taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding,

(Ch 1,2,3,9,12)

Ralph jumped from the terrace,

immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air,

did a surface dive and swam under water

a golden light danced over his face,

Signs of life were visible now,

the children who came along the beach leapt into visibility.

A storm of laughter arose,

and even the tiniest child joined in,

for a moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy.

Yet, they’re frightened.

as if it wasn’t a good island,

as if, the beastie was real.

Beneath a sky of thunderous brass,

rang with the storm coming.

Between the flashes of lightning

the air was dark and terrible,

The hunters took their spears,

the cooks took spits,

the rest clubs of fire wood.

the brown backs that hemmed in terror.

And there again,

shrill and inevitable,

was the ululation sweeping across the island.

Don’t scream,

hopeless fear on flying feet,

rushing through the forest,

trying to cry for mercy.

Ralph wept for the end of innocence,

the darkness of man’s heart.

Found Poem - The Island

(The music is quite subtle, but there.)

The Island

Found Poem taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding

From Pages: 7, 10, 39, 47, 52, 53, 54, 62

The long scar smashed into the jungle;                              

a bath of heat

fledged with palm trees;

their green feathers hundred feet up in the air;

the open sea dark blue,

behind, the darkness of the forest proper.

Decline of the sun,

allowed a  little coolness to lie under the tree,

a drop of burning gold that slid nearer the sill of a world.

Only a few inches from the humid Earth,

the tree trunks and creepers festooned

There was only the faintest indication of the trail

that was widen enough and trodden enough to be a path,

hardened by an accustomed tread.

The forest opened a little,

beyond was the glitter of the sea.

In the hot air a pair of gaudy butterflies danced around

The sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdraw from the sky

By: Michael, Elaine, Patrick and Alex

Music by Alex,

Art by Michael.

Found Poem, Video Version

Found Poem

The Island

Found Poem taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The long scar smashed into the jungle; (pg 7)                              

a bath of heat

fledged with palm trees; (pg 10 )

their green feathers hundred feet up in the air;

the open sea dark blue, (pg 10)

behind, the darkness of the forest proper.

Decline of the sun, (pg 39)

allowed a  little coolness to lie under the tree,

a drop of burning gold that slid nearer the sill of a world. (pg 47)

Only a few inches from the humid Earth, (pg 52)

the tree trunks and creepers festooned

There was only the faintest indication of the trail (pg 53)

that was widen enough and trodden enough to be a path,

hardened by an accustomed tread.

The forest opened a little,

beyond was the glitter of the sea. (pg 54)

In the hot air a pair of gaudy butterflies danced around (pg 62)

The sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdraw from the sky

By: Michael, Elaine, Patrick and Alex

Music by Alex,

Art by Michael.