Klaprozen in Vlaamse velden / Poppies in Flanders Fields

Acryl on canvas
signed lower left
dated aug. 2020
h x w:  40 x 30 cm.
Price € 180,- incl. frame.

It was the poem by First World War soldier John McCrae that inspired me to make this painting. The darkness of the trenches and the beauty of the poppies. Of course it was long before my time but this is what I envisaged.

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.