Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
my life has been more complex than most, i need not list the paths and crevasses and cliffs, but there were terrifying pictures, so too were there visions of exhilaration and madness, some of fierce independence, and others of sheer bliss. rarely chosen by others, the paths selected were mainly mine, i wound my way [...]
I rush through the forest in my mind, searching for the correct path to tread. It seems all the red cedar trees are up against me, surrounding my path, they growl and grow, their presence is immense. I hurtle from one trunk to the next seeking out that which might be tied to it [...]
Someone has taken away my shadow, cleanly stolen her from me, I am greatly displeased, I need her alongside me. She shows that I am actually real, in shape and form I am in existence, my shadow once was there to provide this assistance I miss her being here, I need her reassurance. [...]
Wormy was such a happy little poltergeist. (c) by Alice Well (LMH) Wormy the Poltergeist was such a joyous being. All day long he’d smile, sing, and jive away. He was from the family known as the Electrodes, they habituated down a path known as Lane Down Cove. Here there were many from their clan, [...]
Edward wasn't certain exactly where he was meant to be... (c) by Alice Well (LMH) Edward was a sleepy penguin, he liked to snooze all day. Hours passed and hours lapsed, he’d nap to while away his days. One day he selected a new favourite glacier, to curl upon and rest his weary eyes, and [...]
by Alice Well (LMH) (c) In this world there are many lost keys, spare keys, keys to unknown locks and lockets. They are known as the lost souls of trinkets, the absolute saddening moment when one just wants to open that lock, to that one house, one heart, one hope, but without that key, hearts [...]
