Judy

She hears a strange whisper, the sound of a removal van, thinks is that my sisters !!! each move smoother now, no one faults her tan, every tune she’s known, she wears a woollen hair clip, the bars are full of men, happy from their last trip, they rise like ghosts to greet her, she walks the streets with them, each sea green evening, but barefoot prays alone, her dancing done, she'll miss a place to show, rather than hear the whistle, a place to call a drum, she wonders if she’s driven, if that day will come ?

Jade

The wind blows silent, across our fences, who cares of its caress, it starts in darkened cellars, what cast as we bend, flowers to the mad jealous, do armed enemies jar us, encouraged by friends, like jackals to the rush, across our coffin lands, nothing is sensitive, to a gangster’s brutal stance, the world still wants us, dressed to offend, their stupid advances, we carry a naked tread, and bear no indebtedness, to the inventive West, our life is our breath.

Janine

Don't make a fuss, she carries yellow lists, do not try to love, your heart within her bones, or rail against her fits, a place she calls home, if you need a crust, be prepared for this, or believe me she is dust, go or take the load, drag or get a grip, knowledge never sails alone, ride the semell of musk, keep the middle distance,, simply do what she insists, or leave on the road, surmount another hill, the sea hears your moans, from a house of whispers,.

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 ?