freedom – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: clear to see – 10/12/21

on December 10, 2021December 10, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 6 Comments

clear to see the metamorphosis is clear to see vials of perfume softly springing to mind, see? I remember you saying my name over and over, muttering in your sleep or was this just part of my former fervent dream wanting to be needed what a permanent picture; so dreary, so dreary, terrible need. many years spent travelling those desperately craggy mountains like that gypsy family seeking solace reverence within their country protection, sweet notions, extending their planning with ease, what does this mean to me – to see, be heard, be seen, but not felt, no, not yet… the only tactile response will be what is calling to my mindset, leave pawing, clawing in the dust, there’ll be absolutely none of that… outrageously wise and perfectly contrite I siiiing with my presence by yours, theirs, myself by his side, and warranted yet are the prismatic rays of light bounding bouncing forth, assign this nonsense, this humdrum of a blur and renewed life. [...] But I cannot be, I will not be without reference, I will dance in my seat without any form of sufferance, I will gather the cause and realise it’s enough, enough, to be wound, bound together do not cut the cord sever yourself from the aspect that’s calling calling upon my bare feet like leech-covered lilies and vulnerable sticky pearls. (10/12/21) Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

Spoken Word/Poem: gusty aura – 01/12/21

on December 1, 2021November 30, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 6 Comments

ambiguous this breath I take what does it mean to my whole, how does it relate? does this sustenance this air I take matter in any means of entirety do I exist for a form of fate? wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existence wander in the sand dunes heated footsteps this breath I take expired and spent.

Poem: running free – 18/11/21

on November 18, 2021November 18, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 12 Comments

as I take on new beliefs knowing internally what this will cause what type of effect no denial in me shedding skin cocooning complete what is done done done done. [...]

Poem: Vivid Waves – 01/07/21

on July 1, 2021July 1, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 4 Comments

Vivid waves heave then capitulate, hooves upon sand, gallant galloping, sun-drenched love; subtle stuttering, nervous selection, calm, controlling. [...]

Poem: Release – 13/06/21

on June 13, 2021June 12, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 4 Comments

Naturally, gently allowing the walls to crumble, down. Watching the open space bleeding into atmosphere’s righteous, wild unknown. [...]

Poem: A Blessed Outing – 03/09/20

on September 3, 2020September 3, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

The sun is shining on my face, it’s glary but I don’t mind. It’s nice to be outside of the house, away from the fortress that’s kept me safe over time. I have ventured out for specifics, I am here after the fact, being here is not especially dangerous, I’m simply sitting here in the [...]

Poem: Reflection – 03/07/20

on July 3, 2020July 3, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

Sometimes you can tell what is lingering beneath the surface, the shining reflection stares back at you, and you understand you’re that person who wants and needs to express her existence, through illness, through wellness, which status, it does not matter, your arranged words determine the careful revelations of your circumstances. You then wipe the [...]

Poem: The Mauve Gown – 08/05/20

on May 8, 2020May 7, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

I need to stop I tell myself, I need to stop this now, the needle pulling through the silk, the soft material. I can’t keep sewing, creating, making, while my heartbeat thuds and pounds, the danger’s lurking, my task’s undertaken, can I truly wear this garment loud and proud? To them it announces [...]

Poem: The Animals’ Holiday – 09/04/20

on April 9, 2020April 10, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock 1 Comment

The world stops, one could hear a pin drop though no one is present to hear its ping. We are all inside, relegated, told to be safe to take care, to avoid each other as much to save ourselves now and in the future. The pin drops and in fact something does hear [...]

Prose Poetry: A Land of the Free – 02/03/20

on March 2, 2020March 2, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock 4 Comments

I fly off, toward a land of the free, where I can soar with my wingspan so wide not even dragons could watch without envy. Their narrowed eyes and aching hearts would speak of something so paining and green that neither head nor heart could be altered, though to be seen with these beasts would [...]