Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Hey, let us not be so hasty, let us not be so rash. Instead, let us flow with the sun and the wind entwined as one, woven with thrice strands, a plaiting of joyous warmth, breeze, and cheer neatly entangled by a pair of deft, invisible hands. I admire the sun for the [...]
I reach into the depths of myself and pluck that certain something which makes me Me, beneath the surface I am swimming, searching for something that signifies, which best expresses my essence. Is it that particular pitch of laughter which resonates within you? That characteristic flick of hair out of my eyes because I [...]
The roast looks magnificent, I can almost taste the glistening juice, dripping down the sides as though there is no other place for it but before our hungering eyes. I see you practically salivating opposite me, between us the roast is perched quite perfectly, a distraction, a piece of meat to catch your eyes, [...]
We swing high and swing low, exhilarating heights, devastating falls. Because what occurs where we play nice and then with fire? Our hearts are entwined, we are lost in rapture. Our love may seem innocent and sweet like child’s play, rising high and dipping low, smiling adoration. Yet painfully we part from one [...]
I’m like a brightly blazing deciduous tree except I will not weep for you. Because while my colours alternate from light greens to crisp fawns and crunchy dryness as the seasons go from bright to dark, days longer to short, at this moment I’m far less tolerant, adaptive I am not. Release not the inner [...]
I love it when you make your bed around me, as though I’m a mini human burrito. I adore being so silly in the kitchen for you as I wriggle and wiggle, showing my happy dance, a humorous movement, slight grooves, more laughter, if you please, just a little, if you will. I appreciate when [...]
There was a river flowing from my heart at the point where we first met. Two streaming rushes converging into other, as we assessed and smiled and interacted with one another. I drew pictures on the back of your hand, little symbols here and there, you allowed me to be cutesy and my childish myself, [...]
