Didi

She drinks a little wine, brushes a crumb off carrion, wails for day to get bright, some places she sings for free, beyond the tip of Marrion, where you see the sea, she walks with head high, electric as a pylon, away from the tourist cries, their brains seized, by Terylene and Rayon, sex wine and sun cream, stilled by someone's dying, another lonely Dear John, she dreams of islands, looks for a candle to light, knows she'll carry on, loving darkness lifts her sight, different clothes to try on.

Dolores

You laugh the way you do, head back in the heat, no desert frightens you, it proves what you say, these flowers still stay sweet, even without rain, you are like a worn shoe, brown and sixty three, no wind rocks your truth, you won’t blow away, like the autumn leaves, time enhances your sway, not just yellow and grey, poverty you turn to dreams, paintings explode hot Spring days, don't let the Uptown crew, disturb visions make it seem, they really love the Blues, know how you feel.

Caleah

More than any swollen eye, love holds the door ajar, a hair break down the line, inflated or on the wane, she can cry if she pleases, if the same happens again, home is not a pig sty, compared to that other hoopla, made by another's lies, who needs this game, she fixes a doll's star, the mental pictures she frames, by water she asks why, swears she'll go far, never forgets the war inside, Hell is on the fly, or the highway burning tar, she sees the harvest light, where's her Da ?

Ceyda

She's happy with her lot, doesn't want to be alone, she's never what she's not, you didn't treat her right, skimmed her like a stone, stayed out late all night, you don't care a jot, if she's stuck at home, nothing explodes in your cot, rips the wings off your flight, when she makes that last show, no more angel cake delight, or being in a cotton box, she certainly blows, to put you on the spot, heart ache is a dot, where her river flows, love that is too hot, not for you to know.

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.