Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The taste of salt upon your skin, the glistening iridescence as I feel your glow within, the sun shining through your being as though warming my very soul, like the heated taste of winter when you and I were eternally enthralled. I can feel the gurgling of growing gumption from within your soaring spirit, [...]
Panic mode, the shelves stripped bare, triumphant shoppers walk with their prized packets of eighteen toilet paper rolls, the luxurious purple Quilton brand. We have already rushed from your home, with few moments to spare, the opening time has already occurred, there are barely any essential products there. Hastily, you grab the items [...]
Since the dawn of time, we have existed. And breathing out fire and brimstone are the ones below us, but we live on a middle plane, known as Earth, where soil is beneath our feet and the endless sky is a twinkling seascape in our curious, admiring eyes. The singed beings, they wish to [...]
The genius within you calls and calls, reckoning like secretly potent anemone, contemplating as to whether it’s worthwhile for him to be seen, or whether, in fact, he should remain hidden, and cease his calling for you day by day. The exotic being within you sings, eyes casting upon the sumptuous feast on offer, [...]
A level of exhaustion beginning to grow, then an unexpected expenditure of energy comes alive as I reap what I’ve sown. The quietening down of my mood, the lessening of my agility, strangely enhances me, it does not hinder me. I am cumbersome, but, my mind is crystalline clear, open and free, [...]
Awaiting that irrevocable touch Upon my hair-raised skin, I know it will be magnificent, the time for reflection, To make myself chaste, from within. Butter me up, darling, I know the emotions too well, Of diving, sinking, And finding no treasure, The tides know my desires all too well. But I will leap [...]
I hold my head high as I walk into the room, my flourishing robes, my gentle tapping embroidered slippers, rich expensive perfume. And with a turn of my head I quietly announce: I am here and I am who I am. Though I may be laden with jewels, and layers of thick crushed [...]
