Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
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 [...]
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. [...]
A charming little scene, a still life in my mind, an aubergine, an orange, a laughing apple with squinting eyes. The contended little aubergine is centred in our sight, while the mischievous orange directly to the side seems to know something, we can tell this from his grin and laughingly delighted eyes. And [...]
(Apologies for the poor image quality. My house had a power outage and I drew this in terribly dim natural lighting.) You have stolen my heart you dastardly pirate, you have taken me on board with your charming antics. The times you put on a show for me, was that you? Or was that something [...]
Sometime he’s like a child, he can sit there with device in hand, smile across his face, technology doing anything but going to waste. I casually read to him my words, of the former verse he approves, not that I was hoping to continue, but with this sporadic melody, I will proceed, openly and [...]
