Isadora

In days of autumn fire, night rides black and cold, stars come out like ice, the love of dreaming, even at home, to dance across the sea, no matter what desire, winds are fierce and bold, they know each gleaming lie, our love is not for scheming, om smart ‘phones, they don’t give us memory, won’t replace the tides, tell us we're not alone, no matter who conspires, in the yellow evening, you appear condoned, a name for every leaving, written on a stone.

Izzie

Who do you want to suffer more, me or your blessed lover, outside the Cafe' Du Bourse, it’s a perfect sunny evening, kids looked after by mother, love’s not done by keeping, all your little more’s, a life between the covers, needs an open door, if you think you’re cheating, wiser than the others, forever in your peeping, sourballs on blue dance floors, September smothers, our time just before, moonlight keeps us drinking, the softest smells of summer, friends are somewhere sleeping, will you close the shutters ?

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.