FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Campfire

by Jane Campbell

All winter long we’d waited

frosty breath-baited, impatiently,

to be nestled in the Welsh Himalayas

sat around a hundred-log fire

feeling our favourite kind of free.

Beneath this black brilliance of stars

cheekbones lit by big flame glow

we put on our ‘just for us,’

campfire dyke-love show.

Biker dykes admire cycle dykes in lycra,

traveller dykes who park big vans at the far end

chat up gold star dykes who’ve never had a boyfriend

and hippy dykes in rainbow tents

kiss Scottish dykes with strong accents.

Here we are one crew, hair done just right

big ink tribal tattoo, recognised

as we squeeze into the cuddle of singers,

drummers, drinkers and the “I don’t do”,

eyeing some, avoiding others

all of us together- woman lovers.