Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
It’s three in the afternoon, my tummy begins to grumble! Time for a snack, what’s on the menu? Possible thoughts are tossed and tumbled. A muesli bar? A chocolate slice? Caramel latte or a tea? My stomach further grumbles: rejection! It seems these treats are not for me. I open the fridge, peruse [...]
I am astounded, heart beating wildly, with adrenaline surging freely, a source of income for the bravery, a tipping palette, the grapes scatter, you see. Fruit befitting an emperor yet here before little old me, I am in a quandary – what should I do with these little soldiers before me? They’re glowing [...]
I taste the tartness carelessly left coating my teeth, raspberry goodness, sour, slimy, almost eye wincing still ripely sweet, my eyes widen, a great surprise, as I absorb the flavoursome layer, my tastebuds tingle, they tango, sweetness most certainly assured, if we’ve detoxed from refined treats prior. The naturalness of Nature’s offerings I [...]
Time for a meal of health tonight! I am overhauling the diet. I have a guest, he is nonplussed by my choices, (he trusts me in the kitchen) for I have proven my skills in many cooking processes. But, tonight, I am confused, who has stocked the real garlic area with a squeezy tube [...]
it is intentional — i can tell, that this male is intending to impress. clean cut, sharply dressed, he expects nothing less than perfection from his guest. as we watch on through glass houses from which we will never throw any stones, we smile to ourselves, we giggle, this will be amusing, to view [...]
I am a bumbling bumblebee, I flit from flower to flower, bough to bough, tree to tree. I am in awe of what Nature has to deliver, I sip, I suckle, I collect: – I leave. Bumbling from each flower to the next, I make my way around as though I’m in my [...]
We first met Layla the Ladybug in Our Whimsical World: Illustrated Stories, a cute little bug who unfortunately suffers from “Bugxiety” and receives relief from her condition by hugging trees. Nothing could quell her nerves faster than embracing a comforting trunk; it made her relaxed, less jittery, and allowed her to become herself at last. [...]
