Beyond the Sea
(Found poem from William Golding's Lord of the Flies, Page 1- 225)
Pink rock,
Multitude of raindrops splattering.
Ears cocked,
Acrid scent of salt, the waves were breathing.
Harsh note of the conch,
Sudden breeze scattered light.
Red in face, chin sunk.
Will it come back tonight?
A dark thing, a beast
Invite them to the feast.
End of innocence
Magicked out of sense.
Tears began to flow
A child’s shadow
Just a stone’s throw.
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