Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
My corner of the world where I feel most at home: poetry, art, and prose.
Could you condense yourself into a single line? You, every fibre of your being, exposed, viewable, entwined. Who’s that knocking at the door? Pounding, “I’m here”, your intrepid war cry, single line, single file your name scrawled with mine. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Julie Rose from Pixabay https://youtu.be/fyzGXV7NX7Y [...]
I feel most at home here, within these welcoming walls, but a house is only a house until we make it a home. What makes mine one? Let me share with you, what luck I’ve been blessed with, what good fortune, too. It has nothing to do with the furnishings, nothing to do [...]
Your heart, my love, has grown as solid and as cold as a block of impenetrable, unbreakable ice. I can’t imagine you remaining like this for much longer – it’s devastating in its effects, my aching heart, my saddened eyes. Because my heart, my love, is breaking, cracks and fissures quietly appearing, into pieces I [...]
The daffodil is strangely beautiful in its brightened yellow garb. In his coloured outfit of delight, he makes observers sing and sigh with breathy appreciation and flowing rivers of love. He is modest, this daffodil, he does not ask to be seen for what he is not, he is not showy or greedy for eyes, [...]
by Alice Well (LMH) (c) In this world there are many lost keys, spare keys, keys to unknown locks and lockets. They are known as the lost souls of trinkets, the absolute saddening moment when one just wants to open that lock, to that one house, one heart, one hope, but without that key, hearts [...]
