Nightmares- Found Poem

(taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding Chapters 1-3 pages 1-60)

I climbed a rock,

The last few feet

Enduring the sun’s enmity.

The voice spoke,

The vivid phantoms of his daydream

Closed in,

Fledged with palm trees.

They’re all dead.

The ground beneath them was a bank,

Open space of the scar,

We may stay here till we die.

The candle-buds stirred

The drum-roll continued

The fair boy shook his head

The vision of a bird searching the island

Reached out to the fair boy

Projecting through the looped fantasy of the forest.

He was interrupted

His lips quivered and the spectacles dimmed,

High jungle closed in.

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