Poem: Siesta – 24/01/20

Afternoon siesta, weather moody, growling, sweet, curl into covers, tucked in, slowly drifting off, as common though as beautiful as the morning mist.   Muscles so relaxed they might ooze off bones tender and supple, anonymity in the dreamy fields, a fervent chase begins, of your placating love, still worthy. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. [...]

Poem: shut-up prizes – 24/01/20

Contemplate ahead of the moment where precious jewels sparkle upon fingers of mad yet calculated women, where even madder men will fight to keep them happy but with their demands, ongoing, complaints, eternal sufferings, maddest men’s eyes look elsewhere, for new hands to bear, new hearts to win over.   The bejewelled, once beguiling women, [...]