Honoring our ancestors and tapping into resonance
I drew this flower on Memorial Day as a tribute to those who lost their lives in service to our country. I had remembered hearing about an art installation that commemorated Britain’s fallen soldiers from WWI where 888,246 ceramic red poppies (one for each British soldier that died in the war) was set up around the Tower of London. It created a sea of red around the outer walls of the castle.
I find it powerful that a flower can hold so much symbolism for the beauty, fragility and interconnectedness of human life. The poppy is beautiful and strong and everlasting in its ability to make us remember and relate to our own humanity, the fleeting nature of our own lives and the connection we inevitably have with others through distance and time.
When I looked up why they used poppies to commemorate a fallen life, I discovered the symbolism of the poppy for this exhibit came from a poem called - In Flanders Fields - written by a Canadian World War I brigade surgeon (and poet), Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, who noticed red poppies growing across a battlefield that had claimed the lives of so many soldiers in World War I. He wrote the poem in the voice of the fallen soldiers from the field where the poppies grew.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders Fields
by JOHN MCCRAE