You came all the way from America
to the wild west of Wales in winter
reckless you braved our snow line,
got lost on the dinosaur boned Cambrians
to take an outdoor bath with me.
will we ever forget
any of those implausibly large flakes
melting in the menopausal heat
of our flaming faces
as we boil ourselves
into sister soup,
laughing so loud.
other women bring us tea
4 hours in minus 7 degrees,
snow covering the grey in our hair
with something debonair
the furnace of this friendship
roars so many times
that we must undip
rush naked across a white lawn
to turn on the cold tap.
still babbling like brooks about
old lady camouflage and
flying beneath the radar of despair,
curating recipes for world rescue
of hopes and kids and dreams
of every happy end
that started sharing a bath
with a favourite friend.
Jane Campbell aged 55 based in rural West Wales UK