Paint it black

We often wonder why the color black is associated with death and funerals, the grim beyond -- but why not color? Is black really the ultimate presence of color? To understand this symbolic relationship to art and custom better, we have to look to our traditions and we have to look outside of our everyday experiences. More thoughts on the nature of black, in words and images, at blog.amynelsonhahn.info

Lofty

Return in blackness,
return like the void
to this pinnacle space,
contriving nothing but a heart's regret,
nothing but a desolation's joy.
Portents, portents --
emanating mystery sounds;
return to the damage you have wrought.
No one hears your cackles,
so far from shore;
no one fancies your broodings,
but I have an eye for such things
as these and the lofty as you
live sequestered in my careworn thought.
Divide in blackness, part,
assemble like old maids
in this canopied place,
concealing nothing but a heart's hollow,
nothing but a devastation's foil.
Copyright (c) 2012 Amy Nelson Hahn

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