Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Ink and colours swirl and fly, admirably they meld into the other, watch our joy multiply. There’s not a moment too soon when we can reach into the stars, colours, outlines, so fantastical, we can hardly believe them ours. I know that these hues and shades might not be here forever, but I appreciate and accept, allow them to provide my eyes pleasure and favour while I introspect, I know not their meanings to you, [...]
An unexpected arrival, shrieks and joy to be had, family, friends and more, there’s not need to feel alone or bad. We sit and chat, I stand and embrace, my heart is emboldened, of you, there is no trace, I am ecstatic in this moment, surrounded by those I love, and those she loves, her day was blessed, [...]
Coming home, returning to that comfort, grasping onto something that will make her feel some level of homeliness. Away for a time, in a foreign place, alone, mostly, far from loved ones. Recovering, recovering, she’s been so strong thus far, we're so proud of her, [...]
I arrange the setting outside, we have unicorn cake and fizzy grape juice, the drink I loved in childhood, my very own permitted wine. I smile at you as we seat ourselves, this sunlight is painfully glaring, but, I adore this quaint set up, it’s perfect for you and I. We sit and [...]
