National Poetry Day 2020

Published 1 October 2020
by Eleanor Ghebache

National Poetry Day October 2020

This year the theme is Vision

A painting of a seaside view

Image: Eugène Boudin (1824-1898), Deauville, 1893,
© The Samuel Courtauld Trust, The Courtauld Gallery, London

In 2018 we received the first of some very special loans from The Courtauld Gallery’s world famous collection of French Impressionist Paintings for the Courtauld Connects project.

Ex-workers of the old courtauld factory in Preston chose this beautiful scenic seaside view of Deauville, a fashionable seaside resort in Normandy popular with 19th Century Parisian holidaymakers. It was painted by Eugène Boudin in1893, the same year the Harris officially opened.

When it was on display we asked people who enjoyed writing poetry and were inspired by the painting’s theme of a day on the beach, and the Courtauld project, to submit poetry for World Poetry day 2018. We received some wonderful poems that we are delighted to share again for National Poetry Day 2020. The painting went on temporary display in the spring of 2018 and has now been returned to The Courtauld Gallery. There is still chance to see new courtauld loans on display until 14 October 2020.

 The Artful Line exhibition.

A selection of poetry inspired by the painting

 

Pillows of clouds drift lazily in the summer sky

Warm winds ruffle the waves

I sit with the picnic basket

Out at sea the yatchs billow

Listing and turning in the breeze

Time stands still, calm and still

I wait for the tide to turn

The children to stop their splashing

The horses wait for the tide to turn

The bouts to bring their catch in

A moment, caught on canvas

EE

 

A Day on Holiday

Billowing clouds, serene and calm

A simple summers day

Blue sky and a sandy shore

To make us drift away

The boats that scatter in the breeze

And dance on waves of blue

Floating silently, lazily, sleepily

As if nothing else to do

A day for relaxing, dreaming, thinking

A day of complete joy

A holiday for mums or dads

And every girl and boy

 

Strange,

like seeing washing

left in the line

in the room

Like distant, old

friends and blue

clear water and

dark fog

 

What is Beauty?

Is it art or nature?

Only God can truly create

But what about mankind?

Do we notice what we see?

We can be trapped in the

Mean circumference of ourselves

Or, we can look out at

God´s creation

Wander, marvel, and try

Do copy Him ourselves!

Drifting into dreamy days

A gentle breeze and summer haze

Clouds sail by like cotton wool

The day is perfect, long and full.

 

Hello, my name is Philip

I am a poet, I wrote this poem just to show it

And I just turned 9, you can write

Poems but you can´t write mine.

Also the sea is nice

 

A day on’t beach; the wind so bracing,

Need a wind break, away a-facing.

The sun´s appearing over´t cloud rim;

I´ll risk the the sea and take a cold swim.

TH, 2018

Oh how the clouds go down

What a wonderful day it is in beach town

Having a picnic on a rug

Find a rope the give it a tug

Sitting on warm comfy sand

Hope fully we don´t have to stand

Fish there are so Many we thought

We wouldn´t catch any!

Abi, 9 years old

 

The beach and the sand

What a wonderful land

The sun and the sky

Makes me want to eat a pie

Dip my toes in the sea

Now that´s for me!

Now, look up at the sky

I just really want to fly!

 

The hand that sweeps across the canvas

stroke on stroke
shifts with the tide
clouds fill the sky with artists breath
Each image grows from eye and hand
Arising from a sense of place
or deeper still an inner space

 

Man fat,

Top hat,

Fell flat.

Evie, 5

 

Deauville Past and Present

Deauville in Eighteen Ninety-Three

Exuding peace and tranquillity.

Under an azure endless sky, with golden sands,

Families entwining loving hands.

Half a century passed to Nineteen Forty-Four,

Did Deauville endure the horrors of war?

As brave young souls shed blood and tears,

To release the world from those tyrannical years.

Alas to the present day,

What would Boudin´s skills convey?

As plastics pollute on each ebbing tide,

Has the pristine world that he saw almost died?

 

Sky Pop

As the city blue skies pop

An outburst of expert

energy emerges into the

wide angled room

From which a delightful

sound echoed

As I entered the splendid

room of educatable splendid display

My inspiration furnished

to imagine that one day

that wonderfully framed

spot lighted art can be mine.

 

Sail Away

Sail Away today

With a slip slap slop (of the waves)

And a flip flap flop (of the sails)

The sky becomes me

I become sky

 

Heart, sea, clouds, sky

Just here, stay, no fly!

Free

 

Off I trot

To the seaside

Where the sun

Is hot.

Ships sail with

Ease

On the sea

In the breeze

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