SUMMERWAVES

2025
Oil on linen
15.7 x 15.7 in

SUMMERWAVES

In the distance, the steamroller rages on the city of sand,
Baby Alone, it will soon collapse.

The waves rumble beneath the canvas of salt hulls,
white sailboats without crew
that carry your face.
In the deep lagoon, feverish wings flutter
and circle, circle again beneath hostile planets.

Beneath the veil of your lime hair,
the zest of your skin ignites.

Fragile muse of summer nights, citronella streaking the iodized air,
mosquitoes and blood mingled in the shadow of your wounds,
you run on the sand
and you drift away.

Pirates, drunk on horizons, dreamed of you,
in the dark holds of their voyages,
totem of their corsair ships,
prow or statue of salt,
wise.

Scars burn your veins, amber rum flows across your skin.
The sun begins to blush, and stretches
in a heroic breath,
over the beach.

On stage, behind the golden curtain, a silky friend, the icon of a summer.

Lights!
Let the show begin.

Sophie-Gaëlle Martin • 2025