A Woman Primordial

A Woman Primordial

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The black magic night had a dreaming heart ...


The black magic night had a dreaming heart.

Her indigo eyes were brimming with dew.

Her waterfall hair was like velvet art

cascading darkly along banks of blue.

She shimmered in onyx and lazuli,

dripping dark diamonds with orchid fire,

that sparkled like sinews of sorcery

in a storm-swell of stardust and desire.

A gleaming crescent rose behind her ear,

casting her body into silhouette;

and she whispered on wind for all to hear

a song of pleasure that was moist and wet.

She ran along the cliff of the ocean.

Her eyes were scanning the breadth of the shore;

and nothingness gave way to devotion:

a woman primordial evermore.

Her eyes were beaming with a dreaming look.

The drug of his kiss was succulent, sweet;

and the more he gave that much more she took

until she was suffused, sated, surfeit.

With sinuous ease, she awakened fire

until the god of legend was ashes

and flung to the void with a savage ire

among the thunder and lightning flashes.

She filled her eyes with the salt of the sea.

An ichor of sky was coursing her veins;

and her lashes sprang forth topography

that glowed green beneath the trembling rains.

She deliquesced into glittering lace

loomed in the silence of every man

whose eyes sank into her sea-washed face

where the wide rivers and rivulets ran.

Sometimes the tide rises into the moon,

and darkness curls into a raven’s wings.

The sea sips silence from a silver spoon

whose breath is a spirit that blithely sings.

Her lips are pressed against the softest cheek.

Her heart is nestled on the ocean floor,

and I am bound as a myth to the Greek -

a woman primordial evermore.

© 2017 Linda Marie Van Tassell

Author's Note

Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Absolutely haunting. I found myself getting lost in the rhyme. Your choice of vocabulary is stellar. Magical romance. Just wonderful. Lydi**

Posted 6 Months Ago

This is a very wonderfully written poem. It feels magical, with ethereal quality in its vivid and captivating imagery. The use of rhyme here flows naturally, complementing content with concept and context.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Such a brimming and captivating piece you've written here. It compels me to read more of your writing because of how well you can express yourself. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. Keep it up

Posted 1 Year Ago

This haunts and enthralls me. Your rhyming is entrancing. I was curious lazuli, what would the rhyme be, and then there it was. Your words are so smooth, a susurrus penned in chiaroscuro. I've missed reading them.

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for the warm review. You have always been one of my favorite writers here at the .. read more
Here beaneath the veneer of radom’s ways I cast my eyes on black friday’s day. Coincidence, magic that I found the light that this black day bears and find the siren from random’s touch.


Posted 1 Year Ago

These colors are weaved finely with your words about desire and romance!
Love the graphic with this one, too.
Wonderful structure that brings forth the emotions to feel as one reads your penned thoughts about this scene etched in time with your imagery.

Posted 1 Year Ago

It takes the gifted to write such a romance of tones and colours.

Posted 1 Year Ago

the word choice and imagery used was wonderful to experience. beautifully said.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Linda, you've truly captured the raw beauty of passion here, and in the process, used amazing phrases, ' .. dark diamonds with orchid fire, ~ that sparkled like sinews of sorcery ~ in a storm-swell of stardust and desire.'
You've danced through timeless mythology, the Natural World, SHE in every form of grace and otherwise. As for the passion - its base, its core, you've expressed the whole start to finish in fine, fine meter. Tis beautiful.
'The sea sips silence from a silver spoon ~ whose breath is a spirit that blithely sings. ~ Her lips are pressed against the softest cheek.. .. .. a woman primordial evermore..

Posted 1 Year Ago

Every once in a great while a smitten olde bard comes across something so special it literally steals his breath, caresses and embraces his heart, speaks to the deepest depths of his poetic soul, and it's pointless to try and express the extent of this incomparably perfect piece upon the sheer essence of my jealous, stunned self … let me simply say I love the sensations of how every aspect of your creatively original ink flows out and embraces some rarely or previously untouched part of my being.
I'll close with warmest, most grateful gratitude, knowing I shall read this literal masterpiece many times over, as I've so many of your wondrous offerings … thank you sincerely for sharing your amazingly creative writing skills, and such excellent taste in your choice of illustrated perfection, Linda Marie!

Your longtime, ardent fan! ⁓ Richard

Posted 1 Year Ago

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

You are too kind, Richard. I have to say though that this piece was a 6-8 month struggle to complet.. read more
Richard 🍃

1 Year Ago

Well, "kind" is certainly something I always want to be to you, Linda Marie, as-well, my words to be.. read more

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16 Reviews
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Added on July 8, 2017
Last Updated on December 1, 2017
Tags: Night, Magic, Woman, Moon, Silver, Stars, Primordial, Legend


Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell


Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..


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