Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I am rounder but I am happy, the streamlined silhouette once paraded has become modest at long last. Need I quarrel with myself? Discuss that which displeases me? No! I am stronger than this, the crumbling of that petty yet insidious disease which will no longer triumph above all else. I punished myself – [...]
The genius within you calls and calls, reckoning like secretly potent anemone, contemplating as to whether it’s worthwhile for him to be seen, or whether, in fact, he should remain hidden, and cease his calling for you day by day. The exotic being within you sings, eyes casting upon the sumptuous feast on offer, [...]
Awaiting that irrevocable touch Upon my hair-raised skin, I know it will be magnificent, the time for reflection, To make myself chaste, from within. Butter me up, darling, I know the emotions too well, Of diving, sinking, And finding no treasure, The tides know my desires all too well. But I will leap [...]
What’s in the wooden box? An ornate engraved chest – Does it promise me treasure? Diamonds, jewels, gold? It must with any luck. I approach the container with trepidation, My fingers tremble with delicious anticipation, And the tremor which should rile me awfully Pushes me forth: The adrenaline is potent. What will I [...]
Barrel waves, beautiful curls, how they suit these pretty pairs of girls who dance in the moment, left to right, right to left, linking arms in the present, advancing, advanced. They smile widely though little do you know, their teeth are plastered with Vaseline, to shine, shine, shine each little toof and teef, to [...]
There have been many years of flailing, my life lacking in solid intent, and I wonder, where am I going, am I even progressing? Hoping for something to shoulder all the weight from my listless life. It’s as though I am simply floating in a mass of water, stagnant appears to be the tune, [...]
Cork. He is the very proof of altered life. With his stiff sword and heavy earthenware, he travels Earth searching for women to see, to reach and make aware of their strife. Gathering their pain and sorrow within one of his many bowls, he gently swishes the melodious form of their wealth as though they [...]
