Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Flushed Magnolias – 28/07/21

    Poem: Flushed Magnolias – 28/07/21

    the strength within is something which
    must be seen,
    peel away those layers,
    let us view within,
    the armour, so thickly wrought,
    over years of abuse and mockery,
    self-taught, self-taught.

    darling, it’s time to make that move,
    inhabit a better place,
    wipe away your gloom,
    shine bright unto another day
    and then the next,
    your armour always protects,
    come what may.

    I know, I know, sweetheart,
    that at times it hurts,
    recalling that past behaviour,
    sour-filled words,
    you didn’t speak kindly to yourself,
    you spoke down to your ego,
    denigrated your heart,
    and at times, you tore yourself apart,

    but now, you can reach forth,
    aim for the stars,
    show that strength within that
    came with truth, experience,
    and the strongest of arms.

    know this, darling,
    my sweetheart,
    the yearning
    for more, from life,
    from your world,
    the pain is done,
     
    watch as your kingdom will come,
    truth be told the errors of self-talk
    will come undone,
    and your language will become fluent
    with self-love.

    it’s time to breathe freely,
    no encumbered breaths,
    infant-milky scent,
    from innocence you have grown,
    and into more, a strong woman
    you have become,

    in fact, shed that armour,
    for its strength has become a
    part of you,
    there’s no need for chainmail
    or steel layers
    when life’s become more peaceful,
    beautiful,
    more spiritual
    than a vase of flushed magnolias.

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  • Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Sudden apprehension as
    I stand at your earthly shell,
    instant regret as I knock,
    ring all bells,
    the nervous demeanour as I
    seek more of you within,
    knocking, rap, who is there?
    Could you become a
    future next of kin?

    Barrelling waves of desire
    as I dredge courage,
    haunting hour,
    expel from me
    what keeps me meek –
    hunting woman, be brave,
    elders have told me.

    But, you will not budge,
    protected, curled,
    defensive ball,
    like a slater-bug you could be rolled
    in any which direction one would
    want you to go,
    but healing you choose
    to be,
    eyes closed,
    breath shallow,
    yet thoughts so heavy,
    I can imagine tired eyes,
    red, raw and bleary.

    Heavenly is the state to reach,
    blessed be,
    enveloped, no more defences,
    arms carrying,
    a protector I can, I will be,

    if only you’ll open the door,
    allow me in to see,
    together, let’s introspect,
    find the solutions which
    will presently free.

    This time of the morning has always been
    good for me.

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  • Poem: He Inhales My Essence – Spoken Word and Text – 16/06/20

    Poem: He Inhales My Essence – Spoken Word and Text – 16/06/20

    He inhales my essence
as I sleep,
as I dream,
through clouded mirages I wander,
through open loving scenes.
 
A pillowy path
weaves around
my dreamy garden,
poetic words dangle
from the bushes;
I greedily grab at them.
 
Unaware as he
breathes me in,
taking in my dreamscape,
certain fantasies,
 
poignant moments,
of a potential future
and moments of late
which we hold dear and near.
 
In a lane in which
I weave, stitch and rhyme,
picturesque scenes,
no need for disguise,
 
plain to see,
completely on show,
I’m not scared
but I am modest;
I care for his thoughts,
of mine he knows them well.
 
I am an open book
to him when I sleep,
no need to draw back
my subconscious drapery,
 
my scent reveals all,
beautiful imagery from me,
he doesn’t need to open
his eyes,
through me he can dream.
 
And as he
draws his face
closer to mine,
my gentle expression changes,
I can sense him,
I murmur as I lay and realise,
 
contented in each other,
we both inhale, exhale,
breathing in each other’s magic.
 
The stillness,
our shared air,
the quiet contemplation,
for these moments I do cherish,
I hold great care.
 
We are a pair built upon
soft contemplation,
a firm loving foundation,
entwined, are we,
our very own united nation.  

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  • Poem: Cotton Wool – 15/04/20

    Poem: Cotton Wool – 15/04/20

    They cotton woolled me,
padded me safe,
to ensure if I fell,
I wouldn’t crash,
bang, break.
 
To make sure that I was
protected by the softened cloud,
like a growing cumulus
I would travel here, there, about.
 
But always did I feel this
protection surrounding me,
a knowledge that when I’d fall
I could tangle among
branches of kind gum trees,
who would soothe me with their eucalyptus scent, 
calming, warming,
my panic flew –
it went.
 
And I am suspended,
here between heaven and earth,
it’s not so bad, I realise,
I’m surrounded by the now-dripping cotton wool
pungent with oil.
 
I appreciate those who thought it prudent to
wrap me like a child in a
tight woollen blanket,
because of this, 
the next stage of
my life I can be assured.
 
In fact, I’m more like a caterpillar
in my woven silk threads,
to my original protective layer
I’ve added to this,
 
Now I am layered, softly cushioned,
nothing can penetrate even if I allowed it in
because, quite frankly,
this is my time for healing.
 
As time passes, I feel my body grow strong,
none of this limp wrists and arms,
fragile ankles and weakened shins,
no, I am becoming something,
something more,
and suddenly the cotton wool and thread?
I have no need for these anymore.
 
I emerge heroically from my encasing,
an uproarious cry of triumph escapes my lips,
the trials and tribulations of long past
which the wool had patched
are strangely flung from my memory.
 
And here I stand,
stronger than ever before,
plights and disasters all untoward,
I will recall nothing of them
for I have moved forth,
a body no longer in a woollen cavity.

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