After Reading Golding's 'Lord Of The Flies' Poem by Tan Pratonix
After Reading Golding's 'Lord Of The Flies'
Leaves rustling in a bush, a boy
Tiptoes on naked feet,
Quivering spear in his hand...
And then a sudden squeal
As bloated pink and spurting red
A pig blusters towards his head
Where savage impulse stirs a cry,
And leaping forward eagerly,
He tears the bowels with a knife
And gratifies his appetite.
Tan, this is an amazing poem. I could not get past this chapter in the book when I was a child and protested and my teacher let me read something else instead: Fall of the House of Usher. I'm not entirely certain it was any less violent. I love your rhythm. I learned a lot from this poem.
Short but I enjoyed the crude style. It fits with this poem because the nature of the content is crude. I have read that book and the powerful images it produced have stayed with me through all the years. I think yours will, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 11:45:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your rhythm is perfect. This is an excellent poem. It took me back to when I read 'Lord of the Flies' - an extraordinary book - and yours is an extraordinary poem.