Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
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 [...]
Sometimes I need to realise that the wind simply needs to unwind to leave his breath upon the windowsill and tangle within the trees. The branches and he will create a mischievous dance a mild form of light-hearted sorcery as the magic weaves its language strange capitulations together; they succumb to each other the swooning [...]
Here I float, in this ether of dreamy fluffiness, in this air of pillowy indefiniteness, where I am swimming, arm over arm I transport my body, less than willing from the beginning, where did it start? it’s all so blurry. The billowing surroundings breathe around my form as though they are carefully brushing, [...]
My peasant fairy godmother, so round and delicate and wise, an orb and an orb unto herself, she flies to me through the skies. To provide me assistance, to provide me with hope she waves her hands and magically provides me with her delicate scope of wisdom and inner strength of power and [...]
With lungs as free as the movement of transformed butterfly wings, allow yourselves to soar. Having emerged from the cocoon, as beautiful as the opening scene of a night’s full moon, sing to the world, despite what you might feel, you are worthy of being heard. And if no one appears to be listening, ears [...]
‘Adorn thy clause, irreverently yours’, You once held my yearning heart for ransom. I spoke the loving words you never spoke, As my heart held open doors, Now they’re firmly closed,No in-and-out fairies a-prancing. Many times, I proclaimed my ardour for you With brightened smiles and flowery poetry, But the wool was pulled [...]
There was once a wide-eyed elven pixie. Let’s call her Hannah. Beneath the surface of something great, there lurked Hannah’s terror. Because underneath the façade of her perfectly manicured life, in the forest there dwelled something – a horror! – that would and could cause her much strife. Hannah was an unlikely host to this [...]
