Red Poppy Brooch

United States
$95.00
Item No. 400P
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Although a century has passed since World War I, the red poppy endures as a symbol of remembrance of those lost their lives. Inspired by the poem "in Flanders Field" by John McCrae, you'll see red poppies worn throughout the Commonwealth in November honoring Remembrance Day (November 11). This beautiful brooch has red cast glass petals with hand patinaed bronze stem and leaves. The poppy diameter is 1¼ inches, the brooch is 3 inches long. Hand crafted in the USA.

Although a century has passed since World War I, the red poppy endures as a symbol of remembrance of those lost their lives. Inspired by the poem "in Flanders Field" by John McCrae, you'll see red poppies worn throughout the Commonwealth in November honoring Remembrance Day (November 11). This beautiful brooch has red cast glass petals with hand patinaed bronze stem and leaves. The poppy diameter is 1¼ inches, the brooch is 3 inches long. Hand crafted in the USA.

  • Silver Seasons

    We are pleased to offer jewelry from the Silver Seasons collection, designed by Michael Michaud. Each piece is hand crafted in New York.

    Michael Michaud resides in Fairfield, Connecticut. Michael's love of nature and his exceptional knowledge of jewelry making inspired him to launch the Silver Seasons Collection in 1992. Years of experience have given him the ability to capture the finest details of nature and to craft them with metal. He has perfected the technique of creating models from natural botanical elements and, after the models are made,  manipulating these “copies of nature” into his jewelry.  Using primarily bronze and natural stones, the Silver Seasons jewelry we offer is renowned for its craftsmanship and beauty.

    For more information about Michael Michaud and the Silver Seasons jewelry, please visit his website at Four Seasons Design Group

  • 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.

    --John McCrea, 1915

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