Saturday, April 28, 2007
Pilgrimage To Flanders Field-10th November 1998. Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Crying out through the years,
The echoes of the dead seem to resound
As we trudge through that muddy, wintry ground.
Cold, rain -sodden, hungry, silent,
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Martin Zarrop
29 April 2007
Margery, The bleak detail is superb. This is the only way to describe the 'indescribable'. M
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7/19/2025 4:50:51 AM # 1.0.0
This is a sombre, deeply moving pilgrimage which demands to be read. Your images are unself-conscious and rudely inspiring and the poem flows superbly. Compassionate, painful anguished words. A great poem. love, Allie xxxx