Monday 29 April 2013

Lord of the flies, Found poetry

A silver moon,
rose over the horizon.
Silver down on the water,(103)
Other lights in the sky.(106)

Flames mastering,
Branches.
Earth vibrating.
Smoke between the island
And the moon.
Fire was near,
Cries where nearer.(220)

A Hiss of dark,
A whisper of fear.(135)
Rolling over,
Trying to cry.
Looking up,(222)
The island,
Shuddering with flame.(223)