Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: seashore

  • prose poetry: the turning tides – 26/02/22

    prose poetry: the turning tides – 26/02/22

    fighting against the turning tides, the waves rise and crash upon the open shore, begging for appeasement, begging the waves for more. The fish and seashells and mermaids and mermen crawl from well beyond the shore. There’s barely anything left upon the seabed, so tumultuous it has become indeed, from tridents these waves of terror have been sent, and wreaking upon my life the charlatans and evidence of danger all around, whose going to reinstate that purple crown? That glowing iridescence that lingers above my head, once there, once gone, and once again now dead, then revived all around?

    There are starfish lingering in the bed, in the crevasses, and one large, large star within my head.
    “I am terrific,” it says, “I am here and now, won’t you reveal, won’t you remain unashamed, somehow?” I smile to myself, for this pink and yellow starfish is actually amazing to me, she’s how I see, I breathe, I be, through the very evidence that is wrought deep within me. Myself as a mermaid, no, that is not right, I need to be five pointed and note-worthy, without means of a fight. And toss and turn now, deep within my rest, I grin widely now, because I feel blessed for having entered into this scene, this amazing joy it does bring, the tides crashing upon the shore, shall I ask for more, for more, for more?

    And now these dainty little crabs dance up from beneath the sand, left way this and right way that, they don’t want to hold hands, instead a conga line they proceed, with no difficulty, of course not, please, under the sea is where they will be, under their sea indeed. The tides will evermore change but they will still irrevocably remain the same. Precious beauty and pink and blue, with danger zones nil, just a rapid wash of hues. The sun shines down brightly today, this very day, and escape, escape I shall not, come whatever may.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay
    (26/02/22)

  • Poem: Crashing Waves – 03/10/19

    Poem: Crashing Waves – 03/10/19

     The waves hurl themselves onto the rocky shore
     As though on a suicide mission
     I wonder what it would be like to feel those jagged edges biting me
     Protruding through the breaking waves
     Their strangled sounds strangely comfort me.
      
     I dare to reach forth
     One step at a time
     A momentous awakening has come about this healing time.
      
     And like how I come to the sand for serenity and to show respect,
     myself, I blossom inside
     feeling and breathing good health.

     the racing thoughts in my mind
     the strange understandings still in place
     will eventually be wiped away
     replaced with thoughts more socially acceptable and commonplace.
      
     But I will not lose my vigour nor my ardour 
     Learning more of discovery, healing and self-respect
     The waves continue to crash
     My eyes divert from the scene as they capture human movement
     Ah, there he is: 
     I almost thought he wouldn’t make it.

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


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