Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: amwritingpoetry

  • poem: falling, falling – 03/04/22

    Prompts used:

    • Dearest Heart, I’m falling apart
    • My soul burns
    • Forlorn flames

    Title: falling, falling
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    My dearest heart I am
    falling
    apart
    I turn and burn,
    my soul is engulfed by the
    wandering cruel actions,
    my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,
    my spirit rises forth

    away from the gloom
    I fall apart
    floating, into pieces,
    ashes fly high and away,
    my darling heart watch me
    as I fall apart,
    my soul is destroyed.

    I wanted this but I am not of
    sound mind,
    the intricacies which arise
    when one splits pieces
    which are meant to remain whole,
    alive,
    spectacular though this is,
    like a fireworks display I watch my chakras
    break into shattered wheels of light
    brightening the sights for someone else
    who wishes to view a colourful plight.

    Shall I dance away the pain, dear lover?
    Forgetting that my happiness, my heart and its feelings
    do not bother,
    how far shall I go to be truly loved?
    Not by another but by myself,
    to stop this nonsense cremation I first need to
    extract my inner poison.

    But it is long gone, I’ve sucked it clean from my veins,
    watch me, watch me work at this prospect,
    lest we find the pathway leads to a garden’s winding path,
    I explore it in vain.

    forlorn flames then lick at my calves,
    my ankles my inner thighs, soft flesh treated, imbued,
    I’m nobody’s sea baby anymore,
    sink those ashes
    silt and soul-binding,
    and rise forevermore,
    myself, my inner love,
    will never disband,
    entwined forevermore.
    @laurenmhancock
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by Alice Alinari on Pixabay

  • poem: ghost bride – 28/03/22

    poem: ghost bride – 28/03/22

    I sit here by this loom —
    Hand making, hand weaving fineries
    For our sort beneath the moon.
    It is quiet here, absent are those memories
    Which once took up space within my cranium,
    The mind of mine where thoughts permeated of you and I,
    Once alive, now we have died.

    Those recollections,
    Memories,
    Introspections,
    Interjections? No, not anymore.
    I don’t allow them to rise forth,
    Grinning ghosts and ghouls once dragging
    Like a wedding veil or dress trailing upon
    The rocky floor.

    No, our memories shan’t live on,
    No, no, they will never rise,
    Into the air like helium would,
    No air balloons for me to view,
    No future tears to cry.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by ImAArtist on Pixabay