Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
A charming little scene, a still life in my mind, an aubergine, an orange, a laughing apple with squinting eyes. The contended little aubergine is centred in our sight, while the mischievous orange directly to the side seems to know something, we can tell this from his grin and laughingly delighted eyes. And [...]
(Apologies for the poor image quality. My house had a power outage and I drew this in terribly dim natural lighting.) You have stolen my heart you dastardly pirate, you have taken me on board with your charming antics. The times you put on a show for me, was that you? Or was that something [...]
This hybrid drake liked to surf the seas, in the foam he would play and turn in whichever way he pleased. But he was serious in his intent of searching for a mate, a lovely lady friend to forever speak with, confide in, experience with, and commiserate. But where would he find her? [...]
Three pupils in a pod, one, two, three, thump! Carefully observing, wondering where they’re going, travels in life, so far yonder, if not careful they’ll find much peril before them. These wary, cautious eyes, have seen more than they can stand, they have witnessed atrocious sufferings, and several sleights of hand. Because [...]
My peasant fairy godmother, so round and delicate and wise, an orb and an orb unto herself, she flies to me through the skies. To provide me assistance, to provide me with hope she waves her hands and magically provides me with her delicate scope of wisdom and inner strength of power and [...]
He stares at himself: who is this being he has become? He barely recognises the shapes, the forms, the features which make up his fasmall-poem-mobilece. Now, they are a conglobulation, his eyes scan the scene, a personal level of understanding of what is occurring beneath the surface of lucid dreaming. His mind is in [...]
She glows from within. Her thoughtful, ponderous eyes focus on that which is unfocused, the worldly others farther away, further, further, but of the complexities they hold, she projects them from her sense of being, internally of them she is freeing. Her connection with the light may not make any sense to others, those observers, [...]
