I call her Lividya, my all-consuming fire:

Proud, eternally vexed lady of ire

She walks fire, talks fire

Respires smoke-rings through her nose

She provokes an ashen tone

Resounding from her mobile phone

Hot pepper sauce spews from her ruby lips

As she curses mercilessly

To some invisible adversary: her fireman

I call her Lividya, my all-consuming fire

Her voice drowns out the market traders

As she speaks

Drowns out the dancehall riddims

Drowns out the preacher man

Drowns out the baby left wailing in the pram

Outside Vicarage Fields

Inflamed at her fireman

She spits hatred as she advances towards the station

Voice flickering with volcanic vexation

He's gone too far this time

Heaped coals upon his head

Now he'll be extinguished

I call her Lividya

She is judge and jury

Lady of fury

She rages glorious

Clothes outshining the sun:

Bright orange top

Crimson red below

She glows oblivious, or in spite,

Of the disapproval she ignites

As poor Sam receives his lashing

Desperately trying to get his word in

I call her Lividya, my all-consuming fire

For she cannot be relinquished

She barely stops for oxygen

As she spits her acid-fuelled venom

Spies me waiting for the 369

At the stop eyeing her gingerly

She freezes me with her stare

She despises me politely

I call her Lividya, my all-consuming, sizzling, sparkling

Lady of ire

Attired in loud, angry orange and red:

Garments of indignation.

Synthetic auburn hair, ashy roots protruding

Traces of chicken line the mouth of your furnace

Remnants of love fuel your flames, Lydia...

An orange blur as the driver screeches

Through the amber light

She singes my heart

As she melts into the distance

But I still hear her piping brimstone

From the other end of a mobile phone

Lividya

Welcome to Barking

How my memory has distorted you