My granddaughter and I paused before Turner’s
‘War: the Exile and the Rock Limpet’
in the collection of the artist’s work
at Tate Britain, Millbank, beside the Thames.
The exile is Napoleon Bonaparte
on St Helena. He stands – in signature
outfit including the hat – arms folded,
contemplating obscure life in a rock pool.
A guard, musket shouldered, stands some paces off.
The sun rises or sets on a swirling, volcanic coast.
‘Was Napoleon really that tall?’ she asked.
‘Good point,’ I said. ‘I too thought he was short.’
We left the Tate by the Manton entrance.
I pointed out the many shrapnel gouges
blitzed deep into the limestone facade
from discarded bombs meant for the docks downstream,
and told her how Rothenstein, the curator,
and his wife had slept for months on camp beds
to act as early air raid wardens.
Later I googled Rothenstein – no mention
of wife never mind kipping on a camp bed.
In fact he had arranged for works to be moved
to, for instance, Cumbria and the Marches
after the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact,
more than a week before war was declared.
I made a mental note to correct
the anecdote with my granddaughter –
and I realised suddenly that
Napoleon would have seemed very tall
from the perspective of a rock limpet.CumbriaManton entranceMillbankMolotov-Ribbentrop PactNapoleonRothensteinTate Britainthe Marchesthe ThamesTurner's 'War: the Exile and the Rock Limpet'