Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Autumn leaves fall one by one, excusing themselves from attendance. Like warm emotions they peel away, leaving an unfamiliar, unfeeling circumstance. Soon the branches will be barren, stark, undecorated, alone, with no reminder of spring or summer, when heartfelt words were purred, within another’s arms feelings were grown. How differently a season can [...]
Bulging eyes like those of a mute man’s persuasion, an idiomatic world wreaking destruction with its occupants not any worse or well off than the land they stand upon, Ingot! Ingot! Who told me you’re the one? I never put on the shield of makeup without first assessing the importance, painting, changing, it’s all [...]
They cotton woolled me, padded me safe, to ensure if I fell, I wouldn’t crash, bang, break. To make sure that I was protected by the softened cloud, like a growing cumulus I would travel here, there, about. But always did I feel this protection surrounding me, a knowledge that when I’d fall [...]
What would the world be without the sparkle in your eyes? The immutable knowledge that even amidst the chaos Our love will survive, It will withstand this weathering, This erosion, Upon our daily intents Our quarrels, Our makeups, Taken for granted. And now, realisation hits, An understanding that we should have Cherished those times, [...]
I sit by my window and stare at the sky. There is nothing more beautiful in this very moment that I can capture, nothing else which can cause my heart to swell with appreciation. The clouds, they gather in wisps and blobs – light though, they are – they have this sort of moodiness about [...]
Draw me closer, it may be the last time for a while, feel my skin brush against yours and our smiles within grow wider. Understand that that is not goodbye but “I will see you soon”, my darling, you must know the energy of your loving heart can fill any room. The heart [...]
In these unknown times, where regulations reign to keep us safe, we stay home, we rest, we recoup, we pray to God that we will get through this biological affray. Burrowed down in our blankets, our eyes plastered to the laptop screens, watching the news with great earnest, what is going on? How will [...]
