Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
rainbow tears stream from crystal eyesthe making, the madness,of where I’m wonderful and wisethen empty and sad these colours are thus greybut rainbow tears of happiness can still linger for another day. the different moods, different faces which spring forth from withinI now embrace them I welcome themI allow them to be seen because it is in moments of darknessof dejection and [...]
There are traits within that I pursueto make better or more settled to correct myself anew to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,to start a path, or reach for one which I’d already made new.Should I travel in a manner that is safer, in a way?Or take the chance to work hard at what I have maybe been gifted [...]
I can’t be bright, I can’t be calm, I want to write darkness into their arms, the lovers’ capacity are shadowed in depth, their fates, true strengths will be met. In the witching hour their magic’s so bright, Moon sprays light into their night and the raven caws deep rumble, sharp, hard, one would never [...]
Conspiring melodies, tongue-in-cheek parodies, beginning to recall memories, shove them down, place myself at ease. Jilted rhythms, a sonata heaves and breathes, escaping the melancholy, Dear, there seems no end to these.
Prompts used: Dearest Heart, I’m falling apartMy soul burnsForlorn flames Title: falling, fallingby Lauren M. Hancock My dearest heart I amfallingapartI turn and burn,my soul is engulfed by thewandering cruel actions,my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,my spirit rises forth away from the gloomI fall apartfloating, into pieces,ashes fly high and away,my darling heart watch meas [...]
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 Youby Lauren M. HancockI saw You and understood your spiritbefore I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’in fact, I’d never even perceivedyour name with [...]
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.
the magic of the Universe callsspiral patterns curlreminding us of grandma,mother and childthe lush serene natureof breathglows from Gaia’s glorious eyesenlivened spiritsexploring elvesglittering sprightly sprites.I am amazed by the clouded blue before meabove rainbows threaten to fallmagnificent oceans,raging and still, waitingfor the next wet treasure fromNature’s dripping eyesa blessing unto the animalsforest dwellersand rainforest homesdeserts [...]
This is inspired by a prompt on Instagram called ‘Spellbound’ from @mlhmusings. The title alone inspired me to write this piece, which is admittedly very different from how the artworks would have guided me on their own. Title: 'Spellbound'By @laurenm.hancock ©I am spellbound by you, little darlin’,the little us which may never come to be,I [...]
the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore, it’s not fitting to pound to the spuldr of another’s heart, no when you alone know where to recommence – life truly is art.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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