you bowed your head, extended out
your arms back of your shoulders and sped
across the lawn, your lips pulled
smooth over your teeth: oooh, oooh
(‘Look, I’m just like you!’) Unconvinced,
the pigeons trot in front, fan
in circles all about. Your father and I
though, are immediately won round;
bend our heads obedient and join in,
love-birding round the park and house
exactly as you’d want – our fingers
fluttering on behind. It seems
we flock together, birds of a kind.
PRESS RELEASE: Publication day for our first fiction title: ‘Jude’ by Elin Heron
Lucent Dreaming has been operating as a creative writing magazine since April 2018 from Cardiff. In 2023, we began our single-author trade publishing venture, launching