Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: eye

  • The Sliver: A Horror Poem – 11/04/20

    The Sliver: A Horror Poem – 11/04/20

    The translucence of an eye is insidious,
it narrows its eyelid to a sliver of pupil to see,
a glint of curiosity
but little remorse to view,
what could this vision present to someone like you and I?
Us, or even just you?
 
Barbaric tones,
the slashes, the slights,
the light burrows into my own orbs,
quietly, calculatingly I take on the mood
of the insidious view I’ve knowingly absorbed.
 
Unbeknownst to myself though,
from now, I am expected to travel alone,
this living, breathing eye has snatched me away from you.
 
Now I work in tandem,
my eyes with It,
alone, I am,
yet breathing its painful sooty sin,
can I not escape,
with peril can I be freed?

A combatant’s energy:
I stare into its glare,
its memories are horrific to experience and even worse to see.
 
Free me from its peril!
I want to shriek.
The maladies I’ve experienced through its blatant enormity
weigh down upon me,
they dare me to speak.
 
But, how to escape horrors so convoluted they make us entwined,
where are you when I need You?
I cry posthumously.
I live only through the Sliver’s memories,
stifling, the visions stew.
 
And it is as though we are living a dragging nightmare,
undulating waves of nauseating misery swim through
the void of energy that once carried and housed me,
I can barely breathe,
but isn’t that the point of it all?
There’s nothing left to see.    

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Evren Ozdemir from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Peripheral – 11/02/20

    Poem: Peripheral – 11/02/20

    Peripheral.
An untidy, outside view casting the unseen realms into my being.
I breathe them in,
gulping, drinking all I see with the colours which seem so worthy
of being absorbed,
I know their feeling.
 
I can be vaguely promised something more than a glance,
should I, with great enthusiasm, seek to swing my sight forthcoming
to see if focused I really can gather more
than peripheral sight has to offer,
because when unfocused sight occurs is when we
view and dream that which is not readily seen.
And amazed I will be,
astounded whereupon my mind finally casts to the sights
that I yearn for,
to be presented with.
Peripheral carries more meaning. 
 
There is nothing more trying that being unable to succeed
but, with ardour, I will try some more,
to view something, anything, that I can build upon
with strong ascent.
 
I will rise, my abilities to pursue that which I hope to observe,
but not only observe but to recognise and submit,
this is my dream coat,
my dream.   

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

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  • Poetry: An Eyesore – 11/11/19

    Poetry: An Eyesore – 11/11/19

     Herein lies this creature, 
     the cause for great alarm. 
     Idly he stares at you, dead socket, 
     your heart beats, skips and thumps.
      
     You’ve never seen a thing like this,
     the glassy glossy sheen is making you spin,
     there’s nothing living 
     beneath the surface, surely?

     Though you’re still frightened,
     this creature makes you feel so 
     nervous and utterly poorly. 
      
     His colours may confuse you,
     befuddle you as you observe,
     the creature now scuttles here and there
     towards you: 
     Oh my, why, what nerve!
      
     You recoil instinctively,
     you don’t want a thing to do with him,
     then with a running leap he jumps
     and lands upon you,
     isn’t this an interesting scene?
      
     Snuffling like an adorable pet,
     he engulfs your face with licks and kisses;
     it’s a free for all,
     there is not a section of your skin that
     his kisses and licks are missing.
      
     Then you realise this creature is 
     actually simply misunderstood,
     taken for face value, 
     as many before him had, and after him would. 
      
     His appearance is nothing he can alter,
     and when it comes to observing something
     different and unique,
     I hope you will not again falter. 
      
     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
    also known as Alice Well. 
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