On the Color Black

Written By: Paulette Guerin

If not mined, then molded
of charred bone.

From the Old English blaec,
meaning “ink.”

See: horses in Lascaux,
nights without fire or moon.

A dress, Coco says,
every woman should own.

Associated with sin, stealth,
release. Once it had two names,

one if luminous, another if dull,
but never a word

for the darkness
that swallows the world whole.

Paulette Guerin

Paulette Guerin is a recent graduate of the MFA program at the University of Florida. She lives in Arkansas and works as a freelance writer and editor.

She is currently building a tiny house on seven acres and blogging about the experience at pauletteguerinbane.wordpress.com.

Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Main Street Rag, Sixfold, Subtropics, Cellpoems, and Euphony. She also has a chapbook, Polishing Silver.

Website: pauletteguerinbane.wordpress.com