When grandfather Noah came out of the ark at mount Ararat
the whole world around him was still wet
and just there he wanted to build a house
but Ham and his people took the road to the plains
did not want to trust on what the rainbow does signify
as they were making their own plans
and in their thoughts were
to build a tower and a city
that goes up to the portals of God
but later when the thunder roared
when their tower did fall in flames to the earth
they did speak different languages and scattered apart.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our forefather Noah entwined with the result of the Babel Tower building, how deepest are the imaginations here and how rmuch wealth you have in your poetic fantasy. As centuries go by, we can hardly see the difference in time, sheer poetical freedom. I prefer to stick to the Biblical hierarchy. You have shared an enjoyable poem, full of poetic fantasy, absolutely artful.