Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: australian poetry

  • poem: breath of the wild – 14/05/22

    poem: breath of the wild – 14/05/22

    breath of the wild
    intuitive is the means
    in which life should be led
    upheaval can distend tightened seams
    and there is a certain understanding
    that change can’t displace
    one’s destiny
    but time, oh, my innocence,
    will neither aggravate nor alter
    Fate’s true intensity.

    bulging at the middle
    a curious heap
    in the middle there’s an aching
    something wants to be seen
    it’s the beginnings of eye-watering truth
    a stanza made none-too-soon
    enlighten the world
    to your energy
    your inner zeal
    the affirmations to burst through
    into the waking sun,
    streams of light celebrating in melodies
    which elaborately unfurl.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork from Pixabay.

  • 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: I see you – Autism Awareness Day – 03/04/22

    This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .

    Title: I See You
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    I saw You and understood your spirit
    before I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’
    in fact, I’d never even perceived
    your name with a condition,
    it honestly didn’t occur to me.

    But in a moment’s frustration,
    you suddenly announced it, the link,
    revelation upon the table,
    your interwoven thread,
    your diagnosis,
    to share with me, perhaps you felt
    quite comfortable.

    Admittedly, prior, I knew
    only a little about you,
    but bouncing conversation enabled trust,
    and this condition is an important part of you,
    inside you carry it, and outwardly
    with fierce pride,
    your thoughts, your soul are
    dedicated to speaking up for those
    especially who may suffer with it inside…

    I viewed your extra dimensions,
    certain colours and shade flashes,
    a unique being outside and within,

    talented, multifaceted,
    a perfect blue quartz aura
    heralding messages,
    as though a radiant gem,
    glistening by the ocean,
    settled beside fanned leaves
    enriched with plump morning dew,
    so pristine and alive,
    what a wondrous scene to view.

    And here you use the synergies
    of the Universe
    to make uniquely inspired art,
    calling to higher beings and
    a sweet angel from afar,
    blessings bequeathed, expanded upon,
    creativity truly glows from within your soul,
    knowing who and why you are,
    and why your talents must shine to all,
    surreal, bright, spectacular, enthral me,
    inspirations known,
    a bright shining star.

    My friend, I do not see
    any need to mourn the label,
    in fact, let us rejoice in
    the true magnificence of You –
    keep creating, keep shining,
    your path is inspired,
    so meant to be,
    this we all already knew.

    Continue relishing and embracing life’s abilities,
    express and project,
    from me to you, you and your talents,
    I do highly respect.

    @laurenm.hancock on Instagram
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from 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

  • poem: universal aura – 24/03/22

    poem: universal aura – 24/03/22

    The universal white light surrounds me, an ethereal net, damp, floaty cloud so soft I bounce into, not against it… freeform, flow, billowy nature’s growth, it is like an extra being within the room, some giant, invisible, quietly huffing and puffing, he smiles as he cloaks my aura, now no longer a sunny yellow disposition, but made into a vagrant’s imposition…

    I am now unwelcome in this land, my journey blocked pathways, no obvious pillowed dreams.

    I silently make my wishes known, my love must be acknowledged, for the other, feelings owned, the waves within my mind and being speak of delicate imperfection. We wrangle in motion, arms flailing, tongues lashing, and I realise, without an understanding, what on earth has happened, I am seen only as a bother that must be cleanly slid away, beneath the rug, swept under, and this giant ghost of an aura which surrounds me now was employed by the best of them, a master in charge, something, someone from on high.

    I cannot determine his leader though, the degenerative nature still swims in his intent, and I know I must rid myself of this vagrant label before I become too spent. Enough of these games, I shrilly call to myself, and he, wherever his head and ears to register might be. A cloud of fluff is now not that exciting to see…

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by KELLEPICS on Pixabay

  • Chapbook Release Day! – ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ by Lauren M. Hancock

    Chapbook Release Day! – ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ by Lauren M. Hancock

    I am excited to announce the release of my first chapbook today, ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’, published by Ginninderra Press, in the Picaro Poets series. Many thanks to series editor, Brenda Eldridge, and publisher Stephen Matthews OAM for giving me this wonderful opportunity to have my work made available in print. I am very grateful to have had my work accepted by Ginninderra Press.

    This is my second publication. My first book ‘Our Whimsical World: Illustrated Stories’ was self-published in 2019.

    I wrote my chapbook ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ during a lengthly COVID-lockdown last year, and it was a cathartic experience for me to deal with some often painful, but also some hopeful memories and experiences of my past while in this lockdown.

    It was a means of expelling and coming to terms with some things that had been lingering in the back of my mind for some years.

    ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ is available for purchase at Ginninderra Press to Australian residents only. International copies can be purchased through me personally.