Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
fairy bread and toffee apples and Barbie dolls and cupcakes pink princess outfits and friends' prematurely planned weddings and skipping rope and playing-house games a little girl’s dreams so simple and easy to please those years in primary school where we danced on the rocks like sprites with ease but then my dreams [...]
The hummingbird buzzes quietly, She is home at last, Without the combative competitive bees Whispering in her ears Deafening her as closer and closer they come Because she is set to feed and sudden aggression Comes over her As she desires the delicious dining within the precious feeder She needs She requires She must collect [...]
I glance at the geraniums, It seems they glance sideways at me. Some are happy, bubbly, cheery, And others, they carry a known disease, Of negativity among the cheer, The mirth, The banter, The geraniums are not completely innocent, No, some were willing to barter. Some have exchanged their good looks for power, The [...]
Searching, seeking, waiting, As though pressed against a boulder by the shore, Awaiting a mere glimpse of a mermaid, Even a speckle of her tail, To prove her reality, that she truly exists. This mermaid shall not, Cannot be a myth. Waiting, Quietly tempted by the rolling water, Gentle yet unique in its miniature [...]
If only for a few hours, I felt stable, grounded, calmed. I could attribute it to absolutely nothing, or I could attribute to it to something new. Either way, there is significance in the repose I experience, a chance from the unquiet, the river that no longer runs untamed, the stream that moves [...]
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang, like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid, a proud woman she is, I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. She sought the times when her heart ached, flowed, and ebbed, [...]
I feel as though I’m being peeled, exposed to the situation at hand. Is it deception? Was it an error? A method to expose, tease, and apprehend? I dislike lies, but perchance was she deceived in her own time, this little lady to the left? She wears sparkles upon her left hand; her life’s [...]
