Saturday, March 15, 2008


Mrs. Noah

Once the doors were nailed shut
and the rain was pounding the roof
how she must have wept for the children
she watched the water swallow.
How she must have held her own to her breast,
their stink and the animals’ stink
reassuring and warm. How she must
have blamed Noah for her plight,
hating him for believing in a god
that would make her Mother of All
and he their keeper. When the dove
came with its tiny branch, how Mrs. Noah
must have ached to snatch it from its mouth,
to take something
for all that had been taken from her.

- Irene Latham

WHAT CAME BEFORE (2007, Negative Capability Press)

Even though I didn't know it at the time, this poem was the start of my historical women project. And this is cool: friend and fellow writer Teresa was so intriqued by Mrs. Noah after reading this poem that she went on to write a 100,000 word novel about her!

"You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."

- Jack London


  1. Irene,

    That is such an insightful and beautifully poignant poem. No wonder it inspired a novel! You sparked an idea that is seldom considered. I love how one idea can evolve into something larger than we ever thought possible. I am grateful for creative souls like you.


  2. Showcase Sunday is great! I'm already looking forward to next week.



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