Lucy

Who wants to be free, says my lover , I do, she lifts her hand easy, nothing between her and home, the breeze is kind on the peninsula, it’s not right to be alone, her bright swelling sea, is not given to anyone, paints her toenails bright green, crimson she straightens my bones, she s a fun one, the bright colours of her clothes, wine caresses me, she says no one's told her, about hopes of eternity, God knows where she's from, it's a short step to clarity, to tell me what’s gone wrong, marriages and symphathy.

Lara

She sees the creep of moon, yellow as the easy night, rise again too soon, gleaming black cars beckon, and kids who drink wine, from bombed out glasses, men who love to cruise, seek meaning of their life, like women to swoon, she smiles but doesn’t reckon, lemon checks or July sunshine, will hide their come on, but on a white sailed schooner, she’s destiny’s child, hoisting festoons, she laughs and tries one, what makes her frightened sings a defiant paeon, everything brightens.

Kathy

Absolved of troubles, I've wrapped in time, she passes me my book, uncertainty arrested, how we’re still alive, my tears flow at rest, delivery, testimony, doubled, love flows down the line, it hangs on leaden pillows, believe me a life connected, to the stuff of wine, buckles many a song ingested, the poems speak of rivers, lime trees, water, sunshine, worries fold in their pictures, nothing disturbs her requests, the lines accept our decline, but somehow we are blessed and know we’ll be fine.

Katie

Do you see me like this, am I just your snout, who doesn’t need to fuss, powdered lightly you emerge, a shadow of light on your mouth, the fragrance of cold purges, others play at being missed, like those who travel south, all day long my body twists, I don’t quite sing a dirge, or be waylaid by roustabouts, but I am hurt, are you not my sister, a coquette with every pout, no one contains your laughter, a lover of great splurges, poets bite their fists, waters part and merge, before your famous gifts, .

Kaira

The track is midnight blue, her smile doesn’t show, what has been refused, strangled by swaying men, she'll flash a lovely No, a dancing smile at best, she isn’t looking to choose, to take their tales and blow, the sorrowed lands of truth, that smile is the test, a young woman free to bestow, love on a journey’s crest, the train’s and its crew, ascend by mountain furrow, outside she sees the moon, and warms herself at rest, snow outside the window, she knows failure or success, love won’t make her yellow.

Joe

Smoking a cigarette , a lover's old face appears, fulsome not lonely yet, geese rise and sail, haunt the sky like deer, I knew her after jail, a snow blanket carpet, she always cheered, cold blue like the rest, colours of the mail, no-one could get near, where she had bailed, a woman who wouldn’t let, flame fold into fear, who shared jokes and bets, absorbed all the claims, that brought her here, a place she couldn’t fail, to make crystal clear.

Jonie

With your love of horse, a needling desire, it brings no remorse, the tide's never easy, how different midnight, to shoulder burdens we carry, the offerings of a catechism, an ice cold fish knife, cuts my dawn resistance, the demons need feeding, on starlit signs, but who hears my pleading, we play off the Bourse, our situation dire, who’ll show us the course, at ourselves as we scream, love breaks the line, friends play mean, do we ride the lightning ?