I’m not one for parades or any kind of gathering where there are crowds of people – they panic me, and I feel unsafe. I prefer to keep the memory of the people who died at war with a poppy on 11th November, known as Remembrance Sunday.
There are many kinds of poppy these days, not just the fabric ones of my childhood which you attach with a pin. There are beautiful red poppy brooches that glitter in the light, enamel lapel pins in different shapes and styles, and ceramic poppies like the ones at the Tower of London in past years. There are even purple poppies for animals in war and white poppies for pacifists.
For me, one of the best aspects of Remembrance Day is the poetry that is read on television and radio, mostly written by World War One poets, such as Wilfried Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, to name but two: a wonderful way to remember the men and women who have kept us safe.
blood-red in the field
soaking up late summer sun
nodding in the breeze
Kim M. Russell, 27th May 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Memorial
Our host today is Frank Tassone and he invites us to reflect on the importance of memorial.
Frank reminds us that today, the United States celebrates Memorial Day, a holiday which originated as a commemoration for those who died during the 1941 Pearl Harbor attack, and now honours all members of the military who made the ultimate sacrifice. He also asks us to consider the broader meaning of memorial.
Frank poses some important questions, such as: What is worth remembering and why are some events so important that we need to commemorate them while we let other slip away?
Franks asks us to use this broad lens of memorial to write haibun that allude to the concept in some way. He also inspires with us an example in a passage from Basho’s masterpiece, the Narrow Road to the Interior.