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BLACK WENDY BARKER

Paintings began when 

 

a woman plucked 

 

a blackened chip from 

 

the cave’s fire and 

 

outlined her lover’s shadow.

 

He was leaving, upriver.

 

Then she drew 

 

her own shadow as 

 

it overlapped with his. 

 

According to Pliny.

 

 “No black in nature,”

 

said the impressionists, 

 

but other lore had it 

 

that black paints were 

 

made from carcasses. 

 

Medieval ink: from 

 

oak galls, swollen growths 

 

around wasp nests.

 

Tang dynasty gentlemen 

 

used black to portray 

 

landscapes of the mind. 

From our small 

 

boat, over the surface

 

of the black lake

 

we fling petals—

 

coreopsis, lilac, 

 

mallow—along with 

 

our mother’s ashes. 

 

Pink, lavender, 

 

yellow scattered on

 

the surface and then, 

 

the lake closes over, black.

PHOTO CREDIT: ALEX MEDIATE

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