Managua wrote
let the ravens come
let them smile as they pick the flesh
from the battlefield
My addition to make it a Tan renga:
forgive but don’t forget
what fed the field of poppies
let the ravens come
let them smile as they pick the flesh
from the battlefield
forgive but don’t forget
what fed the field of poppies
Poppy Field by Claude Monet
Linked to Carpe Diem
May 16, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I’m not sure how you’ve made something so horrific in life beautiful in its representation, but you have.
Just like John McCrae
Awesome continuation Björn you used the poppies which Bastet alsi used … what a coincedence!
No coincidence … the poem brought up images of WW I and that famous poem by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields
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.
Wow what a wonderful poem … maybe this poem I can use for a new CD-distillation … I didn’t know this poem …
It’s a form fixed called Rondeau.. and maybe you know that Red poppies is the sign to remember the veterans in the anglosaxan world.. it’s because of this poem…
I understand that poppies are in praise and remembrance of veterans from the WW I
This post certainly conjured up a flood of poetry memories. John McCrae was a Canadian physician and poet and, back in the day, In Flanders Fields, was a must memorize poem for Canadian school children (this at a time when memorizing 1,000 lines of poetry every school year was part of the curriculum – many lines, of which, I still remember: Longfellow’s The Wreck of the Hesperus, Lowell’s What is so Rare as a Day in June – two of the so called, Schoolroom Poets – Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening . . . ah me.)
I remember school assemblies around Remembrance Day (November 11) and all the children in the school auditorium would stand to recite In Flanders Fields, by heart (as the expression goes) followed by two minutes of silence. Most of those kids, I doubt, ever forgot “what fed the field of poppies”.
Bjorn, Fitting remembrance of the WWI dead. —Susan
A perfect ending to this powerful haiku…great job.