The Tale of the Forest Girl

 

livi portrait
I am Livinia, I was free

The Tale of the Forest Girl

Link to my Spells page: Spells and Magical Tales

Tell you a tale
Of a Livinia
She roamed the land
Looking for magic and spells in a book of family traditions
But what she found, was not silly folk law
But real life stories of untold magic, curses and future readings
This she kept hidden, a secret it would be
Until she grew too old to keep its secrets hidden anymore
Then she passed her secrets on
Just like her grandmother, and THEN…

She truly understood how small she was, in a land of such amazing beautiful creatures. For it is the creatures that allow us to be here. From tat moment Livi respected all the livening beings in the world. And the secret lived through her body, mind and spirit.

Livinia Ren 2018©

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Perfect beautiful Labhandar and Lucky little shells of purple joy

 

My lovely lucky Labhandar
My lovely beautiful memory
You gave me joy
You give me luck,
that gave me riches for one day
feelings of yet to be untouched personal power
For I always hold you dear
My beautiful labhandar
Beautiful dried flowers
Spell and magic turn you into comforted happiness
turns you into the most futuristic present
ever flowing silver and gold
Diamonds and luminescent pearls
No money could I wish
When I have you
Floating in water
Luck will you have tonight
For lavender has special sight

The breath-taking scent
That spills oils over your tired skin
These flowers I pressed so often
Into old Austin books
Into pillows of beautifully filled purple ribbons
And left you to dry
Watched you submerge into soft shells
Into wonderful pieces of perfection
My lucky beautiful flower
Livinia Ren 2018 ©

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Fate? Destiny? Or Does the World Choose LOVE For You?

Do you FOLLOW THE WORLD… Or Do You Believe in fate?

The romantic exploration is always different from the vision we think will happen.
Selfishly self-centred, safe and mindful of our fears,
the road is never always free from tears.
Risk is just like a locked door that we are fearful to open,
Change can be difficult and emotionally strange,
except when we stand up against the world… and make a change.

Due to fate taking over, you do not have the upper hand.
with someone different to others,
in the palm of your hand

THEN YOU ARE TAKEN
Allow yourself to soak their FREE GIVING ENERGY and unexpectedly… UNEXPECTEDLY
Fall for their hypnotic beautiful FACE
For one moment, there is a trace
of burning luminous fire, deep within your soul.
ARCHAIC… The course of the sun or moon through sanctuary.

The crystal ball will never change what is meant to be,
so live your life with risk and honesty.
In a crowded summer evening,
it is where you can FIND the energy,
this moment, a moment to make you…….
Fall
Fall
Fall from grace
Could this be fate?
I believe………………Do you?

Livi R © Livinia Ren 2017

DO YOU BELIEVE IN FATE?

Earth…The Witch in the Dark Soil, Poetry by Livi

In The dark  Soil…
I watched the caliginous witch fade,
as she moved into the alluring ground beneath.

I hated her loathsome rancid odour,
as she manipulated me as her daughter.

The leaves of the forest floor nurtured her nebulous slaughter, and the CHATTER

murderously struck your heart,

with her spontaneous laughter.  I gave her my heart, I was the gentle daughter.

I was part of her blood, like bricks and mortar. I held in both hands the leaves of the soil of the dark creator. I was ready…
My POWER was ready

I was smarter

I was ready to empower the now frail LIGHT
I began the melody, the lament of darkness to light
I danced around the stone circle, twisting IN WHIRLING CIRCLES
Over
And OVER
I chanted the melody of old.

I threw the dark leaves over the stone circle that I carved using my bare feet,

Twisting around and around, until my foot bled and began to weep further into her soul
The sound of thrusting rebellious rain forced upon my skin,

stabbing needles PIERCING all my body.
I am light I sing, I am light
Crushing the dark nebulous air.

I touch the stone kissing with my cold lips the now frail stone

The rain heavier and clouds form lifelike demons and structures in the sky.
I am light, I chant
Deeper and deeper

Twisting and turning
Chanting…  A Lingering light in my eye CHANGES AS DARKNESS LEAVES
      Fades
Fades
I am Livi