Cathy

Our day is just beginning, i dance arms out wide, Burbo Bank is full of swimmers, she kills me with her thighs, next to me like twine, she twists her twisted smile, a constant cigarette brimming, drips blue water at my side, a writer isn't forgiving, I don’t say she’ll survive, her likes don't cross the line, like ships upon the tide, she isn’t made for trusting, never understands why, but always insisting, i could demand many things, Medea would use the knife, but why when you can sing, praise this time.

Cally

Eyes as deep as the estuary, her work sets the tone, even if she feels free, what separates her growing fame, ripped canvas proves, painting's like a childhood game, surrounded by the easy sea, she feels the pull of Domes, peace another entity, Our Lady sees her pain, in yellow nights of moans, even if she looks the same, a bravura of scurried frieze, maps, the bottle, men's groans, she's away from that disease, doubtful of any sanctity, she has what she holds, that temperance is a fantasy, hiding amongst bones.

Carol

You'd gamble on the breeze, my sister says, whatever you could squeeze, around your bones, and never refrain, or want time at home, you fly the trapeze, chase lovers like the rain, whisky breaks your day, going out you're never alone, you could see no other way, smoking your Marlboros, sometimes you'd laugh or tease, dance in the kitchen forget the pain, but never need to please, you don't get those feelings, us little ones displayed, raging to be set free, by mother's praise.

Bassima

You cry about that time, praying late on trains, searching for a lullaby, did you wave a wand, like drain pipes take the rain, or music strikes a band, it isn't me that whines, there you go again, love isn't a fear inside, will you make a stand, or pay just the same, everything's a scam, you never bide the line, encourage me to say, hey everything's fine, I didn't commit a crime, freighters ply on ancient lanes, you sit beside the tide, i cannot say your name.

Betulah

Do you know what breaks, in a lifetime of greed, to fracture the love you make, i wonder if its's trained, that stuff in your creed, a gift from wrapped cellophane, those yellow cries you fake, with such a surly need, is it part of the game, kindness won't do the same, a tremble to your knees, thrown away down lipsticked drains, tell me on the Freeway, is that really your belief, that losers have no brains, if you live by taking, is there ever a need, to understand what you dissipate, trying not to see ?

Barbara

Bad news is never shared easy, especially with your ways, you never did gild the lily, an ice cold fish knife, is no child's game, held towards my eyes, slash of steel cuts disease, chasing good times these days, the woman you wish to be, no siren of strife, who cannot be tamed, but to find your own life, saw what you needed to see, called each night a name, a silk and golden odyssey, said what you needed to me, things are never the same, salt tongue on the breeze, bomb shells in your gaze.

Barra

We dream of kisses, blown or tossed away, from those in the mist, we think of home, that brought us pain, and bled our bones, rage makes us lift, our trouble as gain, or slaves to the shift, we don;t need to know, there's only one page, to allow we're alone, like uncertain drifts, of snow on the plain, we pass as ghost ships, sometimes on our trip, we diminish the flame, somewhere in what we miss, we say what we say.