From his eyes

by Winnie Su

The glistening rays of warmth 

playing on his golden coat

layers of flawless silk 

eyes of playful but fierce intent

he scouts for the nearby prey

only to jump and pursue some play

ears in a state of alert 

perked for the slightest movement

or a critter galloping between the bushes

wagging and panting, a small alter

exposing his pearly teeth

as the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

His favourite time of the year

to bask in the medium of nature

Deception

Deception

(Found Poem from William Golding's Lord of the Flies, pages 11-69)

In the beginnings of a thick forest,

a green roof lit by a tangle of golden reflections

the palms talk

a castanet sound

So many sweets

The color of deep cream

Pink granite, Blue flowers

It's a good island

a flurry of wind

we ought to have a meeting

with weary feet on a trunk

a conch, touched with fading pink

Then darkness dropped

the patter of hooves

seductive, maddening

a shadow under the darkness

the sun had gone, a light turned off

tormented by silence

the wail rose, remote and unearthly

breath after breath

Under the remote stars

suffered untold horrors

overcome with astonishment

at his reflection

You should have seen the blood

Between the patches of red and white

an angry eye, and painted faces

maybe it isn't a good island after all.