tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082397016018170293.post2825222718764171666..comments2023-07-21T15:55:20.572+01:00Comments on Advancing Poetry: Somme and Arras - the deadCaroline M Davieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277831689690791429noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082397016018170293.post-34891248771992878442012-10-26T13:34:11.290+01:002012-10-26T13:34:11.290+01:00The experience put me in mind of becoming a parent...The experience put me in mind of becoming a parent and that sense of vulnerability and responsibility not that I had another life, another person to take care of. Visiting those cemeteries was like having an outer layer of protective skin removed but I’m glad I went.<br /><br />Group hug next time then Zoe. <br />Caroline M Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01277831689690791429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082397016018170293.post-53236339860532662062012-10-26T09:17:24.915+01:002012-10-26T09:17:24.915+01:00Hi Caroline - it was a marvellous experience, wasn...Hi Caroline - it was a marvellous experience, wasn't it - I am so glad you came. Very hard to explain what it's like to those who don't know, I think - and to have a group of writers there was really lovely. We are all finding our work changed as a direct result, already. Vanessa Gebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09088301040602803489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082397016018170293.post-36365251242265620472012-10-25T11:05:54.719+01:002012-10-25T11:05:54.719+01:00Thanks for these eloquent accounts, Caroline. That...Thanks for these eloquent accounts, Caroline. That urge to hug - you were not alone, and maybe we should have given in to it, if only once. <br /><br />I did kneel at one point, traced the letters on one of the gravestones, talked to the 18 year old beneath it. I ended up with wet knees and a wet backside because I slipped as I made to stand. He was the subject of the first poem I wrote, which I&Zoe Kinghttp://www.zoeking.comnoreply@blogger.com