Shortly after losing a friend in Ypres, a Canadian physician, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae inspired by battle-scarred fields filled with poppies, wrote the famous poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’. Poppies, after World War I, came to be associated as a symbol of regard for the war veterans. Also, in Greek mythology, poppies represent Morpheus, the God of dreams.
In the works of  Fabrice Poussin, professor of French and English at Shorter University, recreated a dreamscape of poppies. The drooping light and shade render to the photographs, a heaviness, reminding of how the buds appear to be heavy with floral dreams.
To accompany this portfolio of works by Fabrice Poussin, here’s the famous poem reminding us of countless lives we lost in the bargain for borders, authority, power, and shifting plates.


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.


The Art of Poppies by Fabrice Poussin