Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Dance at Le moulin de la Galette (1876)
All eyes on Estelle in foreground,
in long-sleeved striped dress
at the Moulin de la Galette,
chaperoned by mum and dad.
So much dancing, and hats, and
feasting, and eating galettes.
And on the facing couples
amorous on the dance floor.
Muted blacks, and blues,
subtle pinks and tawny hues,
in form and light, fervent,
sociable. Yes, we want anything fancy,
said the guy smoking a pipe.
Not just in Montmartre, Tessa.
Hair slicked, Bart sat talking with us
about dancing, and other diabolical stuff,
he eating fish and chips, and two had Hainanese
pork chops, me with a club sandwich–
recalling time whirling then stilled
like that time at the flour mill.
Prompt: Today’s ekphrastic prompt is via an artwork by Renoir that depicts a typical Sunday afternoon at Moulin de la Galette in the district of Montmartre in Paris. Moulin de la Galette is a windmill owned by the Debray family used for producing flour. The family made a pancake bread called galette which was popular with the Parisians in the late 19th century. Renoir had set up a studio in a garden near the mill. I like that Impressionism captured a moment in real life, in this case, in the life of Renoir and his friends who had gathered at this place.