Noah I

‘and so it came to pass…’
‘don’t speak like the people
who say “Alas!” we’re young–

you’re only a hundred and one’
‘Sorry babes I’m just worried
about father I’m afraid

he’s losing it’ Ham and Bethany
were nestled in a cave
as they did for many a day.

it was far away
from their village,
on a ridge where his

wife Nahalath would never
visit. It’s been going
on for a while now

these gentle rendezvous
ending in passionate scuffles.
Beth keeps asking him

‘What is your wife not able
to do? Why me?’ to which
Ham only says ‘it’s neither her

nor you, it’s me. If anything,
it’s her goddamn name
it’s so long and lame’

‘Anyway father thinks
there’s gonna be this flood
apparently the world can’t be fixed

and this is the last tactic’
Beth frowned, this didn’t sound like
the God she knew

but she kept this to herself
a principle that meant
a lot of wise words were left unsaid.

‘So what’s Noah going to do?’
‘Well you must have heard
he’s building this ark-

it’s all a bit absurd-
that’s going to mark
a fresh start.

all the animals will go
in that huge vessel
and we’ll brave the storm

and won’t even bother to mourn.’
‘will you take me with you?’
there was a pause

the weighted kind where
thoughts briefly linger,
steam-like as he glanced towards the fading light
My most ambitious project yet– re-writing Noah’s Ark in modern verse, with added twists. Like and follow to support.