The Tale of the Forest Girl


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I am Livinia, I was free

The Tale of the Forest Girl

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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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Fire…Shimmering Forest on Your Skin

Shimmering fluorescent lights

Of round pink flesh tones
Fill my moist lips
With textures that taste of honeycombs

I watched your face
As the beautiful rays of light
form Silhouette leaf shapes
On your rhythmical soft skin

Let me lift those patterns
With my moist lips
Magical Forest
Grant me a spell
To keep you here

Livi R 2017 ©
Always be kind, please don’t copy


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
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
I am Livi


Fire…I Yearn to dip my gypsy toes, in a bed of flowers

My World

I yearn to dip my gypsy toes gently into a bed of flowers
Along the forest floor
With diverse floral exploding lights
built with layers of perfume towers
Like fireflies gliding through the sky
I enjoy watching
and more

The earth submerges all its comfort in me
I want to feel each soft petal
gently caress my wonderful skin
Velvet and cotton textures
merge into embracing sensations
like warm soft towels on a winters day

Each stem a tingling swell
will always have my devotion
Massaging my tender heart with all my emotion
Giving each stem kindness and diverse culture
I long once more to be covered in you

My soft perfect
Bed of flowers

Livi R 2017©


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