Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
“I can’t fly? Well, I’ll be damned!” the bushy emu said to me. With a squawk and a wink he ran past me with great ease, a bush sprinter as proud as can be. He then returned quickly as he could. “What do you say to a little race?” he suggested coercively, “The winner gets [...]
The pansies, they glare at me. They are not charming; they glare and then squint as though trying to decipher me. Their little yellow mouths whirring away with intent, the leader speaks loudly, he doesn’t want me in their view. Because here I am admiring their view. Laughing to myself as they try to [...]
I love it when you make your bed around me, as though I’m a mini human burrito. I adore being so silly in the kitchen for you as I wriggle and wiggle, showing my happy dance, a humorous movement, slight grooves, more laughter, if you please, just a little, if you will. I appreciate when [...]
Movement swirling about my mind, looking for little chasms to rest. To parade and fly can be dandy, but growing opportunities and situations present as a test. The gaps in the countryside are special to explore as they can be, but the Wind begs to rest himself; he has travelled too far, and with lessening [...]
To look at her, you’d think she was cautious, tentative, wary. Scrutinising you with eyes that have seen much more than others could dare to dream. Her being which had walked through many paths, some twisted and gnarled, others delicate and soft, but generally most with a visible barb. Her mind, having been through so [...]
I giggle and I squeeze, I hold your hand with ease, Impeccable our love is Amazingly high I feel I’m flying – I’m free. Like a bird of prey, I descended upon you I wanted you all for my own, I danced around the circumstances, the fact, That I was still unwell when discharged [...]
From dusk to dawn I thought of you, Obsessed, my mind ran through moments lacking your truths. Where passions were high and my fingers danced their little tunes, I begged, beseeched for you to listen To my heart My beating For you so true. I yearned for your presence But you would not allow [...]
