I stand on shingle when you leave the world.
As if they always knew I would be here,
The ships appear, with colours all unfurled,
And rest on sea that ripples, calm and clear,
So far above bones smothered in the ooze.
I watch you silently when you embark.
Despite my wish, you can no longer choose;
The ships tack west too soon, to distant dark –
An island shadowed in the evening light.
The ocean follows suit, becoming ink,
And I trudge home to dream of wrong and right.
Since you sailed first, I cannot help but think
That there are none on shore to watch for me
When I must board those phantom ships at sea.
We are delighted to announce the winners of Lucent Dreaming’s 2021 Flash Fiction contest. The winning stories appear below, and will be published in our