The Fun Side of the Island-Found Poem

The Fun Side of the Island

Found poem from William Golding's Lord of the Flies

P.114-118, 194-197

Surrounded by chasms of empty air
No where to hide
Water sinking among the rocks
Revealing,
Pink tables of granite

One flat rock
Spread like a table
The water rising
Boiling over the table rock with a roar
No sense of passage
Only this minute long rise and fall

No fresh water
A rotten place
With enormous red blocks
Large as a mill wheel
Heaved into the sea

A Savage
Painted out of recognition
Sniggering and laughing
Stabbing his spear
Pushing and glaring
Breathing heavily and fighting fiercely
All just playing a game

Poem, images and music by:
Peidong Huang

Found Poem

From Lord of the Flies by Golding p.7-15


All around, the jungle, and heat
Beneath was grass,
Decaying coconuts and saplings
This is an island
That's the sea
There aren't any grown ups at all
The shore fledged with palms
Green feathers in the air
Out there the white surf
Shimmering water and ocean blue
The efflorescence tropical weed and coral
A school of glittering fish hither and thither
Beyond, more enchantment
A great platform, uncompromising,
Thrusting up through forest to a point at infinity
A long deep incredible pool of dark green, pink granite,
Water warmer than blood, a huge bath
Golden light danced and shattered
Mirages wrestled with the brilliance of the lagoon