The fireplace of broken dreams

caught alight when you stepped

into the circle, that night of deep

hot wind that blew in from the

Channel and through

our make shift village by St. Malo Green.

Your German boyfriend, Sebastian

by birth but Rudolph now by design,

plucked gently on the guitar strings,

some fanciful song

which you just knew was meant

to enrage the soul,

and the women’s heart’s in the camp

fluttered, whilst we just rolled our eyes

towards the evening sun and wished