Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
A home away from home, where we can dare to dream, we carry our luggage, our memories with us, a plethora of experiences. A building in which we house our deepest darkest scenes, and lightness in all mannerisms, and some things perfectly in between. With our eyes peering curiously, and smiles widening on [...]
The sun beams down upon me: he is happy with me today. Sometimes he is disappointed, other times he may be sorely dismayed. But I can tell from his loving warmth which spreads upon my complexion that today he is pleased with me, and the steps I am undertaking in my life to cause [...]
Georgette was a gracious house cat, with the prettiest smile in her building. She was well known for brightening other animals’ and people’s days, but inside she was always dreaming. She wanted to be as purposeful and powerful as a lion, with the courage and the heart and strength to face challenges with the [...]
The loneliness is incredible, with my heart an empty vessel, who to confide in? who to reach for? When I ache inside, wishing, wishing for more. To be understood, not unfairly judged, acknowledged, not cast aside or looked upon with a negative view. It’s as simple as realising sometimes, an understanding embrace with no [...]
A masquerading duck has arrived at the scene. She likes to make her appearances special, with a long duration since her former showing. Here at these magnificent balls she is desperate to make a splash! Because this masquerading duck is so beautiful and loves to dance and chat. What is the point in her arrivals, [...]
I found Megan O’Keeffe’s poetry collection Where I Ache a moving and relatable read which I enjoyed immensely. Arranged into six sections labelled as “My Foggy Head”, “My Weak Spine”, “My Bruised Heart”, “My Grieving Knees”, “My Greedy Green Eyes”, and “My Soothing Arms”, Megan explores the self and her world in terms of mental [...]
Ah, I remember you. With your curly ringlets, angelic darkened hair, your deep pooled eyes which I fell into, how I stopped and stared. You were there waiting for me, so it seemed, sitting outside the cafe, wearing special gemstone rings – onyx, and a brown sparkly stone for good fortune – which at the [...]
