Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
While we are separate, our hearts are still all together. We reach for means to communicate, to strengthen the bonds between one another. No matter the distance between us, we know, we feel, we understand that we are only a breath, a second away, for those who are near and dear to us – [...]
I need to stop I tell myself, I need to stop this now, the needle pulling through the silk, the soft material. I can’t keep sewing, creating, making, while my heartbeat thuds and pounds, the danger’s lurking, my task’s undertaken, can I truly wear this garment loud and proud? To them it announces [...]
When words won’t speak, colours do, vibrant splashes, moody shadows, emotive characters, abstract patterns. When I cannot find the right letters, or when I simply stutter, I bring forth emotional therapy, brilliant shades bleeding with highlights or slices of calming, iridescent colour. Sometimes nothing lyrical comes out, and I’m left with a blank, [...]
The moth is drawn to the flame, curious though tentative he dances, he flits closer, the heat scorches – away, away! Although his wing is singed he cannot cease his wondering, in his mind he feels he must continue to draw closer, nearer, until he’s sizzling in a second, both his wings in devastatingly [...]
Instability, a grumbling temperament grows, like rolling waves crashing on suicidal rocks, the aftermath is broken froth, a bubbling foam of doom. But there is no true destruction yet, the cascading curling of blue promised a cushioned fall, one where anger and misjudgement could press or roll away those points of migraines elsewhere. [...]
“It is decidedly so,” her mother speaks, she smiles with warmth in her tone. A kind welcome is assured, the woman’s feelings strong, heartfelt, well grown. The kingdom has gathered to witness and bless this young babe, her cooing and calling for Mother draw attention and affection her way. While a wild gust of [...]
Autumn leaves fall one by one, excusing themselves from attendance. Like warm emotions they peel away, leaving an unfamiliar, unfeeling circumstance. Soon the branches will be barren, stark, undecorated, alone, with no reminder of spring or summer, when heartfelt words were purred, within another’s arms feelings were grown. How differently a season can [...]
