Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
While our nation burns, our fireworks are set to go ahead. Through the cameras, through our eyes, we have watched our bushland and towns and livestock ablaze. While thousands will gather to celebrate the burning brightness of spectacular sparkles, uncounted others bend their heads in sorrow, their lives in turmoil, for some, everything lost. [...]
I am a bumbling bumblebee, I flit from flower to flower, bough to bough, tree to tree. I am in awe of what Nature has to deliver, I sip, I suckle, I collect: – I leave. Bumbling from each flower to the next, I make my way around as though I’m in my [...]
Allow me to throw all this seriousness out the window, watch it rise, then drop, go, weighted, begone! It’s as though an exhilarating breath has been taken inside of you Inhale, exhale, you crave another round. Where life could be so simple, so pure, so you, one of perfection, a life of independence, where [...]
Someone has taken away my shadow, cleanly stolen her from me, I am greatly displeased, I need her alongside me. She shows that I am actually real, in shape and form I am in existence, my shadow once was there to provide this assistance I miss her being here, I need her reassurance. [...]
Part I: The Ebb and Flow of Healing Press forth, her gesture whispered, you can do it, reach that realm. Her hand gently pressing the small of my back, encouragement to reach that certain angel. An angel who would heal me, remove from me all the pain and suffering that I was feeling, [...]
N.B. This post may be triggering for some people. Please consider if you may be prone to being negatively affected by reading this post. Stay a while, they said to him, consume, consume, of us, take your fill. There is nothing in life we cannot fix, blindly drink, devour, ingest, take us in, [...]
We gather ourselves today to consume everything that is red, rich tomato soup, delicious garnet apples, carefully sipped crimson wine once owned by the dead. As we consume our favourite hue for the day we wonder to ourselves at this tradition, a wondrous worship involving splashes of colour, a sharpened shade in a bull’s [...]
