Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: loyalty

  • Poem: Ceremony, Interrupted (Fiction) – 29/06/20

    Poem: Ceremony, Interrupted (Fiction) – 29/06/20

    Loyalty can be twisted in this bitter life,
one pledges themselves to you,
through the bitter, through the challenging,
through the positives, through strife.
 
A hand outreached,
a hand to hold,
to be indelicately snatched away?
 
What am I to do with myself,
you swore to love me evermore,
upon that magical day.
 
We may have performed this ceremony
with little formalities,
little rules,
a lacking of an officiant, a priest,
 
but our careful words were filled with loving intent,
our adoration was there to be seen.
 
By the pond in the park,
where waddled white happy ducks,
we joined ourselves with love and hope,
no matter that it was make-believe,
this signalled our time,
our moment,
when our lives became so close.
 
Entwined were our destinies,
we were meant to meet,
our fate so rich, so true,
no matter the circumstances,
you promised to cherish me,
as I will always cherish you.
 
As our friends and family
stood by,
so chuffed,
so proud,
a voice called from behind everyone,
a bitter, demon-like sound.
 
Did you realise what he did to you?
Do you realise what he’s done?

Open mouths,
everyone turned,
agape,
to view this evil one.
 
Her eyes were crazed,
she was proud to show her wretched face,
she screamed on and on
that you have been unfaithful,
 
you pulled your hand from mine,
stepped forward to confront her,
but with a sly grin,
she dashed away on her own accord.
 
Is this the truth? I demanded.
It was something I could not believe,
all nights spent together,
You’ve always been with me.

You shook your head frenetically,
you would not humour that ‘basket case’,
She’s an old flame, you explained,
who was jealous when I left.

I sighed with relief,
surely this was the truth,
you wound your arm around my waist,
yet my mind knew what to do.
 
I would not question you further,
but I will investigate her details,
what kind of a person with a mouthful of lies
ruins an unofficial, yet heartfelt union??

After the ceremony, you quietly pulled me aside
to say...

My heart is so devastated,
my life will never again be the same.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
Image by Kerstin Riemer from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Together in the Next Life – 27/12/19

    Poem: Together in the Next Life – 27/12/19

     Helpless waves of injustice wash over me
 as though I am present in the front line
 of the battlefield
  
 where I am made to press forth,
 my life on the line,
 my squad leader thinks nothing of my sacrifice.
  
 As I hurl my body forward 
 into the hail of bullets,
 shrapnel pins my left leg down,
 I am in agony.
  
 My sister in solidarity knees beside me,
 cradles my head tenderly,
 whispering that I’ll be just fine,
 if I continue speaking.
  
 As the mayhem washes all around me,
 brothers and sisters they fall 
 with frightening regularity
 and it is with sadness and a deep pang
 that I feel the life flowing out of me.
  
 In the danger of the moment
 my sister cannot stay but she chooses
 to lay her life on the line
 for me,
 for our friendship,
  
 Bullets continue to hail down,
 like acid rain
 they corrosively reign upon her and I. 
  
 And her, my dearest, 
 who will never let me go,
 together forever,
 our lives will end as we know. 
  
 But while the battle rages around us,
 wave by wave the lines of soldiers
 are forced onto their paths,
  
 my sister and I,
 our love will eternally last. 
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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