Pierre-August Renoir, 1841-1919
“This work in the Musée de l’Orangerie depicts Gabrielle, the nanny employed by the Renoir family, who quickly became one of the painter’s favourite models.”
Before you were laid out
on the red divan
with the stained white sheet,
your young breasts
bare, a strip of linen
draped over the meeting
of your scissored thighs—
were you afraid
that with a stroke
of his brush he could
make you disappear?
It is difficult to tell
what happened in that room
for all we have is his lens
of your face: serene, content
grateful. But I wonder
because women do not
like to lie like that.
They say you quickly
became his favourite, a euphemism
for someone chosen fast
among the fruit in season.
You were sixteen.
Did you expect millions to stare
at your marked body? Gliding by
in low museum light
I’m afraid they are also not here
to save you. Tell me, Gabrielle,
did you have a choice?
The world needs to know.
Like all the muses
gilded for the graft of man
were you cradled in his hands
as he squeezed
you from the inside?
Did he paint over
your frozen fear
that cold block
when men do things
unexpected to our bodies?
After the crowds have gone
do you peel yourself
from the canvas, step
into the shadows of your captors
rage against all
who have kept you trapped
beneath these thick
cracking layers of oil?






