Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Envious ivy trails round rotten doors, entranceways metamorphic shapeshifting then reality restored, what lies behind the reckoning of Time, a conundrum, in fact, sheer scope, Divine. What cause cataclysmic chasms to collide, immediately doubling or tripling in size? Gargantuan are these sinkholes, blackholes laid in store as winding ivy bends and twists, collectively, more. Soon [...]
we as a nation banded together, and of elements, fire, earth, wind, water, we encountered and employed them, to ignore the strength of these, alone or together, we’d be ignorant, and repeated recollection – nightmarish, awakening, split seams.
Original artwork by myself (c) 2022 Lauren. Hancock. All rights reserved.
How to right the path of inhabitable processes Undo the damage during manic and psychotic catharsis Lay a shoulder on the gloom of my dear shoulder Which shoulders the weight of sharp words paranoia then inevitable inertia I can’t undo undo But I can address the well meant template Explain I am never usually, well, [...]
Brother and SisterThe brothers come closerthey materialise into viewexpecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’but she will not falllike a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,not even by a dark witch doctor withmany alibis to tell.he holds the keys,swings with her melodies,he rhymes and rhymes,in unison in style,like youngest and [...]
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com darling, love me do. you promised to look after me, my heart, my soul you keep, you watch over me, gently stroke my hair, envelope protect my soul as I sleepand in wonderment I feel relaxed enough to release thy demons of starvation comfortable to freely eatjunk food I can [...]
I dance with momentous energyflying through the silver screencalling to thee and welcoming, seethe seer within me drives to fleeand wanton moments desirous timesfly and wind designing mineand I realise the calling the calling of the designated stallingis in the horses radiancethe unicorns fallingsshe understands knows the truth is at handunravelling the dictations of the [...]
nurturing the wonder within though feeling the danger in the abdomen the fleshy goodness the soft decision the wondering the knowing what’s right for myself or them I don’t know how to express these thoughts without knowing knowing that there was an urge but its peeled away now as though designed by trial [...]
as I speak, I wonder, what is there to gather from this world we inhabit? what is there to take away from it? to cherish, to treasure from it? so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen and thriving is this feeling I have within me for I have grown wiser from my experiences played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements rest assured, Life is calling, finally, and I am welcomed by it. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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