Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Mirage

Found poem, from William Golding's novel Lord of the Flies.


 The shore,
                   was fledged with palm trees,
that reclined against the light reflected by the shimmering water.

The dazzling beach and water,
                                    was blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple.
                        Endless apparently,
water drew to a point of infinity.  

Here and there,
                        little breezes crept over the polished waters beneath the haze of heat.
                                                                                           Above, a palm sapling leaned out over the lagoon, swaying in the sun, 
                      whispering with the wind.
                                                                                       Underneath, brilliant schools of tiny, glittering fish flicked hither and thither.


For a moment,

                                                    note the coolness and shade,

                            feel the sunlight crawling across,

see to the bottom of the open sea,

                                         and believe in the reality of the island.