Remembering Flanders Field

[Philatone]

hello leanne! wanted to share some quick thoughts

Forget the dead, they cannot see; ..great enjambment, starting with eyes on the next line
their eyes, the hollow prophecy ...appropriate
of peace. We swore a bloody vow
that all good men could not allow
an equal to that travesty...my own ignorance, but the "travesty" is not quite clear to me. the battle itself? the inability of the dead to see peace? the idea of peace? i think all of these could work in a sense, least I could find some defense for them all here, reinforced by the rest of the poem...

Though poppies spread their bounty, free ..nice shift to nature, suggestions of its lack of concern for people. "bounty" adds so much
on winds that blew through history,
the mighty oaks, from root to bough
forget the dead.

What ill-bred aristocracy
and mummers of democracy
have sent the fields beneath the plough
in grave betrayal? We should bow..great use of "grave". this stanza feels very open to me for interpretation
in humble gratitude, lest we
forget the dead.

just some quick thoughts, sorry if I completely missed the mark on some. led to a thought-provoking read