History frozen in a time capsule -
The revered ancient scriptures.
Sleet on town cobblestones.
© 2013 Suzette Crous
I had changed the title of my poem to its original title - this one would not have made sense to anyone, without a footnote.
This is a picture of the historical street, The Shambles, in York which had been preserved as a living history museum. After Edinburgh, York is to me, the most beautiful city in the UK. It is, also, home of the second largest cathedral in the UK, namely York Minster. We do not get snow on the ground here in Cape Town and the first time I came across sleet was upon one of my visits to York. Nearly broke an ankle on the black ice on the cobble stones that day! I love history and to be able to kneel in on of the pews in the ancient churches, one cannot but wonder who went before. The poetry of that period reflects the life of those times far better than any pictorial representation could - because it was written by people who had a keen eye for observation and a soft spot for humanity (with all its foibles and pomp and ceremony). Shakespeare often satire the politicians and the clergy. Geoffrey Chaucer's The Wife of Bath, is hilarious!
My LEKKER poetry contest is dragging its feet. I am sure that you might find something which gives you pleasure to write about. Another definition of "lekker" is: A "lekker", meaning a sweet.