Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Marianne

Why say I'm not part of you, my insides heave, home is a distant slew, waves of listless drummers, pad dream like at my feet, bad echoes from the sun, you don't need a clue, to particularly receive, your own dread news, or if there are troubles, that morbid fools greet, with memories of love, faces crash out a tattoo, mascara runs lemon streaked, the sea is cobalt blue, nothing stays perfumed, alone by the beach, i shrug at the view, 'you're history' gulls screech.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Molly

Large hands, still gait, i love your ease, coming home tenderly late, looked after, time flown, people live long around here, but houses sold then gone, you walk into the night, some other's words be free, under evening's freight, wondering if we'll ever know, how long this family cease, i've never lived alone, ask of those who wait, now released, over water today, try to hold their gaze, remember the songs and see, dissipate. all i want to feel.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Leucha

Doesn't matter what you face, will it let you feel, the balm of better days, nights turning cool, beneath the trees, hot seasons coming soon, can you control the maze, the rivers release, in what you have to say, blue air melts in June, Our Lady knows your ways, where love gets tuned, solace contained, within last night's ease, streets you walk all day, the path of hidden pain, is constant as a reel, sleeping while awake, sometimes to kneel.

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Lorraine

Your smile is beyond reach, sadness in our fortune, beyond gleanings of the wheat, hear soon the little moans, sitting in the private gloom, it echoes in our bones, the shadow of Saint Anthony, falls across this seat, summer grounds of the infirmary, then comes dawn and sleeping groans, footsteps echo in empty shoes, somehow look at silent 'phones, the doctor's say nothing, there are things they can't do, love is detached from feeling, grant what we cannot reach, in this Catholic room, proclaimed by the sea, in our heads stupid tunes.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Louisa

We drag missals to your name, orange gold in buckets, celebrate your fame, even as you spit and caw, loose as a railway cutting, your scars threaten us all, nights of whisky and pain, sometimes feel you won't recover, day time isn't your game, the scent of your draw, by gas lit winter troubles, spins down a broken wall, retreating from place to place, why you say fuck it, you aggregate this shame, church can be a lonely place, artists dream of lovers, blue notes with a heavens grace, only fills the cover. .

Friday, 14 July 2017

Lisa

When cafe's swell with rain, or unshaven criminals, whisper your name, hear your groans, dead drunk at Catechism, is it loving coming home, when problems rage, does life make you irritable, at forgotten trains, please cap your moans, keep hurt to a minimum, dance a jig within your bones, why keep love chained, like the trials of Sisyphus, lose all the grey games, you can absolve and praise, for love that tricked us, to stand alone unafraid, troubled yet insistant.

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Lara

Love makes no one wise, games still slip the collar, of what goes on inside, i love sweet horses' smell, first summer without my father, airport kids' dance in heather, now embrace what i despise, no matter what comes after, even on this flight, bucket lists can't last forever, no one likes to holler, but whoever said whatever, paying is such a crime, my partner says use a hooter, but please stop crying, when did i start lying, was it on the altar, my son asking for dimes, me searching for dollars?