Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

Formations of angels with trumpets,
Horses for courses,
Children with buckets and water made spades.
Faces and features,
Castles and clowns,
Ribbons and roses,
Interfering noses,
The man in the moon with lines o'er his face,
Tricks of the light,
Pure wizardry,
Old hags on besoms,
Magic perception,
Appearance,
****,
They're gone,
Changelings in the firmament,
Bright white,
Grey as tears that look towards creeping,
Before they,
All fall down.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

OF DARK SKIES

Catching clouds in water butts.
To sate the flora in summery heat.
Puddles of words
Spoken and wrote.
The clouds grey, just like smoke.
Scent of the damp as it rolls over ramps.
The sky unremarkably dark.
Tired day.
Crying sleep.
Short moments till the sky will weep.
I believe.
Maybe the black clouds only deceive.
Caress the nightly mantle.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

TATTOO

Ingrained deeply, imagined love.
Letters scratched with diamond loaded pen and the sweetest of Indian ink.
Influenced by adult child.
Reflection of recognition,
Scraps left as ignorance of what may not have been,
Had the amateur painting spread.
Fortunately discreet,
Sweet.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

MONSTERS

They said monsters live under the bed.
Truth of the matter. they're all in your head.
Don't go seeking monsters beneath your old wood frames.
The monsters that invade your head are just playing silly games.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

CONTROL

Morning's splattered with nights remains.
Clouds toss beige and tear stained rain.
Mud smearing the patio doors.
Rebounded from bouncing rain.
The echoes of the blazing row.
Last night was then and now is now.

She stirs inside
Loves listening to the rains that pour.
Safety behind the layered glass.
Her loneliness in safety.
Home safeguards her heart.
Sad that one is warm inside,
when laying all alone.

She's digging deep into her head.
To find some reins,
To take control,
Far too long led.
Getting angry.
Her eyes burn red,
and black and blue.
If only,
If only he would realise.
If only he knew,
That shortly his mother will knock him down to size.
(C)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

SUMMER?

~I pray that the sun shall ~
~Fracture the clouds~
~Chase away the north wind~
~Divert them to blow the south winds our way~
~May the water ripple with wonderful waves of summer excitement~
~That the little children be granted the opportunity to be jolly~
~For their end of school vacation~
Pleas to mother nature and sister sun~
Let the season shine~
(C) LIVVI ~

Olivia Kent Jul 2016

HEATHER

HEATHER
Had a nervous breakdown when all the flowers died.
A river started flowing from the pits of her eyes.
Broken hearted, she sits.
While life just drifts, from paranormal to abnormal.
Heather is funny girl, with purple hair and size nine feet,
Sometimes she's a rocking girl,
Not always very sweet.
She picks up seashells on the beach, she's trying to find herself inside.
She watches white horses as they ride onto the beaches.
The white horses lost they're shoes.
All over the tabloids, all over the news
She sits on the beach with the sun in her hair.
Nobody loves her.
She just doesn't care.
She's empty as a dustbin late on a Friday morn,
It is her time for renewed being, the dark before her dawn.
And now she says she's coming back, to front up to the badness, keep hold of what's good,
As everybody knew she could.
May the good times roll Heather.
(c)LIVVI