Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: quirky

  • Poem: A Resplendent Explorer – 24/09/19

    Poem: A Resplendent Explorer – 24/09/19

     A resplendent fish swims through the seas
     his angelic wings become of him
     intricate his image be 
     the seas warble fondly of him.
      
     With outstretched limbs he reaches forth
     into a mass of conical rocks of sorts
     he understands that with his fine winged hands 
     he cannot delve too deep 
     else he cauterises and causes his fateful end.
      
     A surprise! A proclamation —
     what has this beautiful thing found?
     in a world that’s utterly damning; 
      
     it’s a shock that his wings and arms are still here 
     intact and fanning
     for his secret discovery to be revealed
     to be told among those witnessing its handling.
      
     A florid limb unfolds
     revealing a tiny perfect white luminescent pearl
     with a sheen of such exquisiteness 
     it blinds those here 
     their eyes pain at its brilliance within their world.
      
     And with a little smile to himself
     the resplendent fish moves on
     clutching his treasure that will remain his
     until the moment he is captured 

     but even then, the pearl will not
     be permitted to be taken
     not from his hand will it be pried
     in death he’ll clutch until its presence ultimately
     becomes forgotten.  

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: Bounce! – 22/09/19

    Poem: Bounce! – 22/09/19

     Bouncing here and 
     bouncing there,
     With no degree or level of
     concern or care.
      
     Flying high into a welcoming sky,
     Falling to a potentially grim reality below.
     The creaking trampoline springs could catch him,
     end his life as it is known. 
      
     But how does he do it?
     Land completely on the ‘X’?
     The perfect bouncing area
     his aim is nothing amiss;
     No disappointed ‘Oh’s’, nothing more or less.
      
     Because this six-legged creature is just so nimble
     and quick,
     If he ever became stuck in the springs,
     he’d wriggle his way out – 
     For that was just the way he is.
      
     One particular bouncy evening,
     this creature had been at it for hours,
     He bounced and dived and flew and glided
     His limbs guiding his particularly hairy and colourful form:
     This rising and falling allowed him to feel completely empowered.
      
     Because when he was a wee spider in the web, 
     barely breathing, unable to spin a thread,
     He felt lost inside, in a tiny world that seemed to suck him up. 
     
    His presence was unwanted by his abysmal excuse for a mother,
    He felt her unfeeling eyes were bone-dry, 
    with a heart full of ice.

    She seemed intent on catching and wrapping her prey,
    she spent no time with her children,
    She forsook them due to her obsession with delectable food,
    abandoning her kin's cries,
    Their desire for attention.
      
     So instead of hanging about, 
     in a stringent web that kept him in, and the interesting world out,
     He simply jumped over the edge and bounced:
     There was nothing left to lose. 
      
     He thankfully landed on a children’s trampoline,
     Perfectly positioned below him,
     Below the web of unwanted nightmarish dreams. 
      
     This was his escape,
     his adrenaline rush,
     And he made certain never to see his 
     viper of a life-giver again. 
      
     Bounce, bounce, bounce,
     It cleared his head, 
     Made him smile, 
      
     Hitting the ‘X’ at every turn,
     he would never be treated ill by another again. 
     This he would make certain of;
     this would be his happy ending.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: The Curiously Hungry Snuffleupa-Gulla-Pallum – 20/09/19

    Poem: The Curiously Hungry Snuffleupa-Gulla-Pallum – 20/09/19

     “Why, would you look at this??” I bellowed to no one in particular. 
     For me, a curiously hungry Snuffleupa-Gulla-Pallum,
     Had happened upon a most delightful scene.
      
     A plentiful shrub, spotted with desirous berries,
     Seemingly here only for me,
     Was begging, aching to be taken.
      
     I shoved those berries into my wanting mouth,
     An eager pawful at a time,
     Dripping streams of sticky, sickly berry-wine.
      
     But how the juice became thickened, 
     Tacky, firmer to the touch,
     Until my mouth was simply tightly fused together,
     The jaw held firmly, unbreakable with any well-intended touch.
      
     How I wailed internally at my situation,
     These deathly berries had betrayed me,
     Lured me in with their filthy lies and deceit!
      
     “It’s time for punishment,” I thought to myself,
     As I hacked, hacked, swiped and slashed, 
     At the discourteous ill meaning shrub.
      
     Lying in pieces,
     Branches aside, flung forward and back,
     I grinned at my great decisiveness. 
      
     Now onto fixing myself,
     I ran home, opened my medicine cabinet,
     And generously applied acetone to my mouth tight as a vice.
      
     Freedom was nice,
     But the knowledge I’d destroyed the evil bush was even better,
     It would never cause any other an ill time,
     And for this we can rejoice all together.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: Squid on a Stick – 19/09/19

    Poem: Squid on a Stick – 19/09/19

     Squid on a stick?
     Urgh, it makes me sick!
     Who thought it wise this appalling culinary treat should be presented to me?
      
     I cannot fathom how he is still living, breathing and smiling,
     Snackery with a pleasant, calm expression,  
     Projected toward me. 
      
     What will I do?
     How will the host comprehend? 
     That the meal she is serving is better off without its sublimely grotesquely living head?
      
     Boy, it creeps me out,
     Ever-so-much, that I’d best throw this treat in the dust of the street,
     From the street food vendor who sometimes we cannot trust completely.
      
     Now Squid wriggles from his stick,
     Freedom to him!
     With a sly glance over his shoulder, I know he’s thanking me.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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