Wednesday Wander – Amsterdam and London

anne-frank-houseToday I’m wandering to a couple of different places, linked by a young girl who lived over half a century ago. This is Anne Frank’s house, in Amsterdam, Holland.

I did go inside the house, climbing the steep stairs and entering through the secret door to see the rooms where Anne and her family lived for so long. I looked out of their window across the rooftops, across the view that was all they had of the outside world. I saw the little bits of writing on the walls of their rooms, then walked through the rest of the house, past the photos of the dead and dying, atrocity captured in stark black and white.

Anne, as I’m sure most of you know, was Jewish. Her religion demonised by Hitler’s regime, her family forced to live in hiding after being denied visas that could have taken them to safety. Anne had just turned thirteen when she was forced into hiding – she was fifteen when she was found and sent to Auschwitz, then Bergen Belsen, where she died. A young girl who didn’t get to live her life, all because of one man’s madness. IMG_1263This photo is of a plaque at The British Library, London. There is a tree associated with the plaque – I’m not sure if it’s the one peeping over the top of the wall, or if it was behind me, as for some reason I don’t have a photograph of it. However, here is a close up of the plaque:

IMG_1262As thunder approaches, may we all hold on to our ideals.

Thank you for coming on this Wednesday Wander with me – see you next time.


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Poetry Challenge #45 – Summer Storm

Photo ©Fir0002  via Wikimedia Creative Commons

Photo ©Fir0002 via Wikimedia Creative Commons

Jane Dougherty posts regular poetry challenges, using different forms – this week it is a rondelet, and the theme is ‘Summer Storm’.

A rondelet, if you’re unsure (and I was), is a poem of seven lines, where the first, third and seventh line repeat, the second, fifth and sixth lines rhyme, and the fourth line rhymes with one, three and seven. Got that? Also, lines one, three and seven have four beats, whereas the remaining lines have eight. Sounds complex but, once you give it a try, it’s quite a nice simple structure. Here’s my effort:

Summer Storm

The air lies warm,

Summer sweat beading your pale skin,

The air lies warm.

Lightning paints lines across your form;

Thunder crashes, heavenly din,

Breeze cool against our heated skin.

The air lies warm.

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If you’d like to give the rondelet form a try, head over to Jane’s blog and leave your link in the comments.