Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent May 2016

The rain is pouring down
The wind is blowing, oh so wet.
Rain it tumbles heavily, I trust I shall not drown.
The sun shone bright on sunday, lest we shall not forget.
Wednesday morning's dripping.
As rain doth wholly fall.
Wish I were still kipping.
As snails and slugs both have a ball.
Sat on the bus looking through misted windows.
So pleased that I'm aboard.
No raindrops on my pretty nose.
Thank the lord.
Onwards and upwards off we go.
It's summer they say, glad it's not snow.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent May 2016

SOLO

I have monophobia.
Monophobic.
Sadly that I am.
I smile to myself knowingly, for that indeed I can.
I'm able to live with a family.
They matter to me, but I don't to them.
Living alone in a room with a view.
These words,they just introduce me.
(c) Livvi

Olivia Kent May 2016

YESTERDAY MORN

In the stream stood a heron.
A white one, delicate and dainty.
Wading amidst the flowing stream.
Above it's pretty head hung the bough of a bright green tree,ornate leaves.
It was illuminated by dancing sunlight in the early morn.
About nine I believe.
The bus trundled on, on my right hand side stood pink candlestick flowers, appearing waxen.
The light, it hurt my eyes.
The morning after the night before,everything strikes mine eyes vividly.
Noticed nature at it's best.
Then I slept.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent May 2016

COFFEE, MY SAVIOUR

Worked all night for two whole nights to try to earn a crust.
Just faced the sunlit sky and my head is fit to bust.
There's a fella with a hammer standing right outside my door.
My beating brain is influenced by a Nordic god,named Thor.
My very willing suitor.

My eyes are feeling black as coal.
Cavernous depths of nightmare holes.

The coffee's kicking in at last.
Fed by caffeine overdrive.
Coffee, she's my saviour and she's keeping me alive.
Thank God, for an ever filling cup.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Apr 2016

DURDLE DOOR

The eroding sea has vicious teeth.
Destroys the endless rocks.
Making doorways impassable to man or beast.
Urging fishes on.
Families watch from cliff top edges as sea trawls on and on.
Ebb and flow online of shore.
Sea swirls around the Lulworth rocks.
As christened "Durdle Door"
(C) LIVVI

I was born in Dorset, and used to visit this famous landmark from time to time.
"Durdle Door" will stand longer than I shall live and has stood long before my existence.

Olivia Kent Apr 2016

MAGIC

Find it hard to believe that our eyes will never meet again.
Tears sally forth as flowers do in rain.
This morning you entered my head.
Another day of wishing dead.
Not sure who.
Me or you?
Never can tell.
Abandoned in the land of base of wishing well.
Always wishing well.
As if you couldn't tell.
There's scent in the air as if you didn't know.
My suitcase is packed.
Off I go.
At tangents and right angles.
Confusion fixed.
Witches brew created.
Everything's mixed.
Magic and muffins.
Ice cream and cookie dough.
Time to call upon fairy snow.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Apr 2016

AGITATED

Stir me up.
I'm agitated.
Life frustrates this being.
(C) LIVVI

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