Black BloomA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThe moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen. ~ Shannon L. AlderShe wore the night in velvet gowns embroidered with stars, a black bloom with the moon anchored in her soul. Her path was strewn with brambles and briars, tangled with thorns that tore at the hem of her dress. She walked onward, crushed the blades beneath her, gave her gaze to no one, wrapped the wind around her until her flesh and bones were air. Her skin was of ashes, her eyes full of smoke, and she smelled of patchouli and myrrh. The vellum of life promised her nothing, but she didn’t cry. She slipped into the cosmos of hollowed-out dreams and tear-born streams and offered herself in trade for the suffering inflicted. There is no justice save for the rising of a black bloom burned beautiful by fire. © 2023 Linda Marie Van TassellAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2023 Last Updated on July 14, 2023 Tags: Black Bloom, Linda Marie Van Tassell, Adversity, Fire, Triumph AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry 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..Writing
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