Rehearsing Noye’s Fludde

We were all in it

an opera in a church

my youngest brother

going into the Ark

in the mask of a blue tit

Raven Boy

twirling to a clarinet

Dove Girl

with ballet shoes

and a bunch of green leaves

and Mrs Noah

who did not want to go

dragged up the gangplank

waving a goblet

shouting I will stay with my gossips.