Death, love

In emerald fields the poppies grow

In emerald fields the poppies grow.

By the well in her arms she’ll know you
And love you in this brief armistice.
Arched in their hearts.

Until she’ll hold you down
And let you go.
Your last wish, you spoke.

In the watery channels below,
Furled cocoon existence.
How mournfully slow.

In emerald fields the poppies grow.

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3 thoughts on “In emerald fields the poppies grow

  1. Mark Ryan says:

    This had a ‘where the wild roses grow’ (nick cave) haunting feel to it. This feels really sad to me, but beautifully tragic. The choice of word ‘armistice’ is interesting – deliberate in relation to the poppies?

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    • I like that song and see the association. But I was actually inspired by the war poem, “In Flanders Fields” https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields
      And yes the poppies are associated with armistice day. I’ve also been working on a ceramic piece for a color show based on the emerald city in the Oz. So there’s that and a twist of my tragic fiction. I obviously don’t like war, but I think the poppies are a beautiful symbol for the fragility of living and dying. We are very much like the flowers that rot and comeback.

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