ore · cobaltite, fired with alumina
the colour of a porcelain bowl from a country far enough that the colour
came with the bowl. the colour of a moon remembered in memory rather
than seen — moon as someone wishes it had been.
cobalt is loud. it does not whisper. you find it on the rim of an enamel
pot in kitchen, on the door of a cottage by the river, on the
shutters of the keeper's house at the lighthouse. it is the blue a child
would mix if you asked them to mix the sky.
truer than indigo and brighter than prussian. an aristocrat among blues.