Treasure Island

Found Poem

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Pages: 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 30, 36, 43, 46, 74

The sun in the west

Was a drop of burning gold

That slide nearer

And nearer

The shore was fledged with palm trees

Reclined against the light

Their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air

A mile away

The white surf linked the dark open sea

Blue of the sky dimmed with mist

Raindrops fell pattering, rippling the surface of the water

Yet, the lagoon was still as a mountain lake

The water hissed as the rain grazed the steamy earth

Casting visions of red and yellow

A gold light danced upon shimmering water

Little breezes crept across the sand

A single blue flower quivered

The bushes were dark evergreen

Many buds and aromatic

Wax green, folded up against the light

Through the looped fantasy of forest creepers

And over heaps of sharp stone

The silence was so complete

The sill of the world

All at once they were aware

Of the evening as the end

Of light and warmth