Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Monday draaags himself in, he doesn’t want to be here, other Mondays wave from behind stern mugs of coffee, they also don't wish to be here. Sunday and Saturday had the time of their lives the previous days, they celebrated and socialised in a manner that really was purely wholehearted in so many ways. [...]
Within my soup is the alphabet, jumbled senseless, no words, an A to a C, to a Q, and then U! I look up and smile, I’m glad you found me. I chuckle to myself, what ironic wit, if I do say so, modestly, myself, you reach your hand out, the right, clasping [...]
Have you ever been so crabby because you’ve been without your coffee? Don’t deny it, I know you know what I’m talking about. Nothing will do as a substitute, the black tea, holistic herbal concoctions, coffee, coffee, the strong caffeine hit, it’s what I am needing, it’s what my soul hounds for, this [...]
Sorry about that! I say, and scoot out of the way. I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. Sometimes my ideas carry offense, fall flat on their face, when will I learn to discern? It’s okay, you reassure, there’s no harm in experimenting, but sometimes what you think is entertaining is just [...]
The computer helps you lie, it’s a well-known fact of life, the ability to dance fingertips on keys like the Devil’s never-ending trill. They fly across, a flurry, and suddenly, without me knowing, fiction has taken over, that’s welcome news to me. No more disguising of one’s facts, like bullets shot impolitely, rat-a-tat-tat, [...]
Exhausted, I roll into bed, does it roll back into me? That’s a question for myself, do you think it does so tenderly? The doona now wraps himself around me, presumptuous, he takes up over half the bed, it does not matter there’s nobody laying next to me, that space is for me to [...]
“Smile!” they tell me, “Cheer up, it’s not so bad.” I smile sardonically, retort facetiously, wriggle an erect finger from my hand. I hate being told what to do, why can’t they mind their own business? Did I ask for their opinions out of the blue? Did they believe their words would be cherished? [...]
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 [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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