A conch-shell blares -- not the crashing waves
Ralph's greatest will
Can't put a stopper to heat knaves
That just now jungle simmered still.
An awe came over Piggy!
The figure twisted with grace,
Then quivered out of shimmering waters
Into the palm-tree lined lagoon.
It will not stir to action,
This desolate mound of dirt;
The island contents to be without,
While cool, uncivilized No
Nods from the solemn boys,
Nods from giggling babes,
Decades of civilization destroyed between
The conch-shell and small men.
I'm not sure this is what I asked for in the assignment: a "Found Poem" that uses Golding's original words and is rearranged by you...illustrating Setting and Atmosphere. Nevertheless, this is a good poem.
ReplyDeleteHi! I apologize for the late reply; just saw your comment. I think I misunderstood a found poem to mean finding a poem written by someone else and substituting words while retaining structure. My bad.
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