Ekphrastic Poetry

The Beach at Trouville

After Eugène Louis Boudin, 1824-98

Eugène Louis Boudin
Beach at Trouville

The wind is up:
tossing the gritty sand
into the stamping horses’ eyes.

Dogs circle and yelp
across the wide wet sands
snapping at bladderwrack

as ribbons of her straw hat
whip in the breeze.
She stands a little apart

From the beaux and belles
of Trouville, pretty
under ruffled parasols

their satin hooped crinolines
parachuted by the salty gusts.
For soon this giggling group

will tire of ‘oohs and aahs’
and leave this afternoon’s blowy
mise-en-scène for Monsieur Henri’s

fine cognac, chocolat or café au lait
and she will gather up her loneliness
and black crêpe skirts in handfuls above

the knee, to search the shoreline
for razor shells and tiny crabs hidden
in pools between the damp worm casts

while hissing breakers
roll and slip, spattering her wind-
burnt skin with spots of tangy spray.

From Everything Begins with the Skin
Published by Enitharmon 1995

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