As is well known, the Tower of London had been surrounded by more than eight hundred thousand red ceramic poppies to commemorate the First World War and all the lives that were lost in it. Titled Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red, these poppies had been placed with utmost care all around the moat of the Tower to give the visual effect of blood pooling around the Tower and spilling from it as well.
Despite the fact that the Tower of London was one of the first places I wished to go visit when I arrived in London, I didn’t get around to doing this till about three months later. Nevertheless, on a cold grey day, my friend and I found ourselves headed there to kickstart her birthday. Unfortunately for us, the poppies that made the Tower of London all the more majestic and historic in my eyes, were slowly being removed. There were very few places where the poppies still remained. I was determined to witness at least one area of this and capture it.
My first glimpse of the Tower of London. In my eyes, the cold winter weather only added more effects to this historic place, made this monument more cold and somehow more intimidating. It never let me forget that this monument had seen the shedding of copious amounts of blood and the soil on which it was built was soaked in the dead blood of innumerable humans.
My friend and I decided to take a stroll around the Tower of London to witness it from all angles and read all the fascinating stories and facts that were inscribed into stones all around the tower.
We came across (what seemed like stone) carvings of animals very close to the entrance of the Tower marking the area where the King preferred to house his wild beasts.
My heart was a little heavy as walked around since I could not see a single area where the poppies had once been placed. It was when we were walking across the Tower Bridge to get to the other side of the Tower of London that I saw the red poppies glinting. They were, with slow and careful precision being uprooted and placed into trolleys. Without thinking twice, I climbed onto the side of the bridge and almost hanging from the bridge while my friend held on to my legs for dear life, did I witness the soft yet powerful message of the poppies.
We continued our stroll, enjoying the slightly chilly wind that had started up. Just as we were nearing the end of our walk, we came across an entire area that was surrounded by the red poppies. Facing the Thames river, the poppies glistened in all their glory. Extremely happy and excited, my friend and I simply sat there taking it all in.