Irene

What if the stars are great, my lover slowly fades, lonely flown off to Spain, doesn't matter my happy tone, the walls are limpid grey, my head is still alone, watch my hands shake, it’s difficult on the phone, when a voice gives way, the kids have grasped the bone, confined within their days, furious now he’s gone , the moon is on the break, the seasons roll away, I’ve seen them happy, they play their school trombones, say he was always a flake, they wonder if I’ll cope, and each night pray..

Holly

Sometimes you can’t explain, the hurt you feel inside , the way her face fails, my lover, proud, unbowed, no longer hails the sky, but dances in the clouds, nothing in the way, but retreating light, or how her eyes play, a woman of rage unbowed, she beat out her time, but hated crowds, once she jumped the rail, found places safe to lie, plenty of times the jail, when she’s down, behind my confessional sighs, her face blue as dawn, did I once ask why ?

Hannah

She knows what's been around, an unbroken sky, leaves a naked mound, a rose broken tree, when others fly, she makes her great leap, a kid from our town, she promises to try, to break all her bounds, although born and weaned, and raised by signs, she misses yellow fields, now she dances on the brow, city lights bring pure delight , away from cattle sounds, but her homely dream, still demands a reasons why, little ones and fireside scenes, make her want to cry.

Gabriella

You shouldn’t spit, in this house of spirits, Oceans dance on your lips, be like someone at home, whose bones are in bits, all laughter sealed in domes, you’ll engage or quit, taken to your limit, that tourniquet really twists, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is the climbing rope, tides turn at every instant, escape on a cargo ship, cry in the middle distance, never one to mope, watch the sea glimmer, not yet alone, the moon your silhouette.

Georgie

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why you want to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant slaughter, while you keep the morning star, and look to the sea, consider us from afar, your love of freedom, guarantees no sweetness, a sky to dance upon, you sing of truth, this island's a prison, light the carribean, lce pirate's linen.

Greta

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does a river run alone, let our song ring, on suburban trains, birds we hear sing, herring gulls that soar, we maybe see again, hear their eerie moans, their cry a broken thing, these September days, driving before the sea, swore we’d never go, just to count our gains, birds already know, struggling with everything, they always find a way, drain summer’s softening, before autumn stays .

Frederica

What's wrong with dreaming, let horizons redeem, your love of the sea, like luck or a number, brightens your features, when other stuff crumbles, time for you to seize, don't wait for a reason, one fine green evening, see it in your slumbers, splash out and believe have a little fun, life is always a tease, so help yourself get free, forget moments of panic, water is not encumbered, it embraces everything, look at it and wonder, waves surround your feet.