Tuesday, June 9, 2015

My Poem:

Searching For A New Life

For thirty-two days we have survived the endless water,
the stuffy boat and inescapable sun
the stale smell of un-showered bodies and sea salt
and the screams of hungry gulls.

All around us is the fear of falling overboard,
three hundred of us, quiet families
huddled together.

The pregnant woman with no shoes reads German.
She tells us the lifeboats hold sixty. We are a tiny spec
in the middle of a vast ocean.

Below deck an old woman cries, but no one speaks her language.
Her son is missing.
The deck is slippery at night.


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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Lord of the Flies Found Poem By: The Red Team

Gone

Found Poem from William Golding’s Lord of the Flies
Pages: 56 - 185




When play was good and life so full
Hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.
The sounds of the bright fantastic birds.
The three littluns paused in their game and looked up.
D’you think we’re safe down here?






Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you’re not hunting, but –
Being hunted.
They talk and scream,
The littluns. Even some of the others.
As if –
As if it wasn’t a good island.





Dark figures drew themselves out of the wreckage.
His voice was loud and savage, and struck them into silence,
His laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling
His face was empty of expression,
Blood was dry round his mouth and chin.






The world, that understandable and lawful world, 
was slipping away.
A thin wail out of the darkness chilled them.
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

Set them grabbing for each other.






He fell down and lost consciousness.
He’s gone.