Red Poppy Earrings, Fishhook
Although a century has passed since World War I, the red poppy endures as a symbol of remembrance of those who 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). These earrings have red cast glass petals with hand patinaed bronze stamens and pistils. The poppy diameter is 1 inch. Sterling silver fishhooks. 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 who 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). These earrings have red cast glass petals with hand patinaed bronze stamens and pistils. The poppy diameter is 1 inch. Sterling silver fishhooks. Hand crafted in the USA.
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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 has 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.
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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
