And we find ourselves in Flanders field again, trapped by those bloody poppies, row on row. We say “Christ! Sweet dove, do not leave. For it is with you, we long to go”.
I've called this an art ritual. It's like a religious ritual but for purely artistic purposes. I thought perhaps it might be good for primary school kids to act out.
To the brightest suns of Summer, add the brightest stars and moons and the oceans gentlest murmur and the skylarks sweetest tune and all miracles together that this world was ever shown
