A Crimson Remembrance

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,…

— from *In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

The lime from fallen

mortar, a remnant

from when too many 

young men died

fighting another

war that became

remembrance,

fed the poppies

in Flanders Fields,

and the red,

a deep red

tinged in black,

in rows and rows

of setting suns

signifying these

valiant lives,

recalls in us

a deeply-seated

need to nurture and

appreciate peace

while never forgetting

each life lived

as we now live,

blessed in the glow

of each sunrise and each sunset.

*Several poems have stayed with me my entire life, poems that inspire me to write, those haunting lines that taught me why poetry remains a necessary expression, and McCrae’s poem is one of those. I recently began painting poppies and found the lines to this poem replaying in my mind again and again, the image of a poppy and war forever intwined.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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