Haven

What brings me to this night, lets me play so near, opens the locks on life, when you can easily moan, dance before the deer, forget kids left alone, regular as the Five and Dime, a Sourball calms my fears, brings me summer's birthright, see the creep of gloam, stars shine bright and clear, before any whispers of home, the warm evening light, a brown wooden pier, perfect when debt's put right, find my inner road, could live or die right here, offer to share my soul, settle my mind to hear.

Gini

If they ask for a name, to show your dull life, you'd think me tame, your consoling force, a greater glue than mine, doesn't show the door, I dance my evasions, whispering to the night, between you and shame, our house is wooden shored, brings me to the line, creaks a sound forlorn, a dance of burning flame, matches me with strife, teaches me of blame, the illusions i hoard, stilled now with wine, nails me to the floor, saddled now this time.

Franca

Why does time resonate, a web in blue trees, threads across my face, was it some cold dawn, where you sang so clean, the year Lady born, couldn't get past your gaze, shrunk back on my heels, to hear that voice again, you didn't falter, down desolate streets, to worry about the fall, your Ma in broken rage, dug that post war scene, butterflies came late, but what you spawned, let us all break free, still leaves me fallen, at your feet.

Esme

Where do we hope to be, our bodies twist and groan, dancing's never easy, silk worms in cemetery's glow, resist any combing, furious as a curate's throw, then you my lover seize, this time to make scones, our house behind the sea, we swore we'd never moan, on Sundays to live alone, sunlight shifts the room, how beautiful and so lovely, your neck smooth as stone, when my torso pulls free, will you help me grow, your face by the water, somewhere far from home, tell me all you know ?

Debs

Men in suits of death, ask if we can cope, if they could only help, assist our search for dough, throw away the rope, measure lengths we'd go, what dreams we have left, do they think us dopes, sat on the bar like derelicts, are we only bones, high rollers in New York, as we walk the floor, dance tickets bear our wealth, the bleeding worm of hope, deep within our breasts, love our sense of glow, how long before we show, in trains on stations formed, the look of gravestones.

Readers

Going away for a few days - poems will appear again on the 25th July dv. Thanks to you all for reading them.

Callie

I am silent as the breeze, we are leaving from Glasgow, eat pasta think about ringing, but i haven't got the bite, she is such a dismal cow, this old friend of mine, my new Italian lover you see, American Bars is what we know, a bit different from Barlinnie, where she spent time quietly, riding the insane show, now she goes to Disney, doesn’t really do serenity, thinks she'll carry on somehow, brightly shining at some party, heading south the train sleeps, like going around and round, i paint my face with ease, suits me to feel alone.