Friday, 24 December 2021

Ximena

My security and hope, stretches out on lovely days, I know I’ll always cope, will go home soon, in a sun that flays, all the pockmarked yellow stone, down New York’s City slopes, can feel its rays, splice all of Brooklyn’s ropes, when evening’s blue, debt are paid, so many with their dues, do my parents know, how I pray, indifferent skies unfold, clouds chase by like schooners, who needs a quota of praise, I am not a loser, to wonder at my gains.

Thursday, 23 December 2021

Wyona

Your tunes still trace, patterns on shimmering trees, from my blue pathways, add them to a shipwreck, a pirate roving sea, I’ll spill a golden confession, on swollen straits, I kick my heels, down cluttered seaways, can't feel my knees, but I still see dreams, you cry too easy, before a mass one Sunday, bread, wine victory, torn netting wood and sail, your privateer schemes, billow before me, like a broken creed, your howl is lovely.

Wednesday, 22 December 2021

Vicky

Dancers are ill at ease, with spiritual gain, it molests their release, with ladies, girls and women, I feel their technical gaze, am sweating like an oven, Our Lady holds the beam, on cold lit Sundays, no matter what they sing, my Ma is all scorn, lost within her ways, forgets what I adore, she'll invite herself along, chant without praise, my most precious songs, on trips to the sea , you won't wear grey, no need to argue, where love has no shame.

Tuesday, 21 December 2021

Una

Can you love me, your eyes like fireflies, in the way you sing, look at me, I whisper, they dance like satyrs, say what you think, you make believe, two bottles gone by, this Sunday on the lee, one side of the river, our thousand nights, made you quiver, dancing on the beach, exploring all you like, you buzz like a bee, do you want to live, and not ask why, this side of the Ocean, where we collide?

Monday, 20 December 2021

Tahlia

All these constant issues, that decry our needs, raise other burning issues, they hang like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, and ride in a peloton, standing by the beach, who says let it be, love’s just out of reach, it’s not particularly elegant, our frugal solidarity, has to share this dance, a pocket full of tissues, lay scattered at your feet, a manifest delicious, we waltz to earthly creeds, between our shore and distance, salty tears run free.,

Sunday, 19 December 2021

Stanley

Was I worth that night at Faro, a lighthouse stripes the beach, smells of sardines from boats, at the raging cafĂ©’, I smell rain and sea, warm against the beams, when she eats alone , I bring her tea, her eyes fill with stone, she wants to dance and dream, but her opacity, splits me like lightning, cuts me to the bone, above my pressed dungarees, birds from Africa fly home, will she ever see, there’s always a happier reach, if you can just let it be, we’ll all be happy?

Saturday, 18 December 2021

Raffina

You laugh like Camus, but it’s not the heat, deserts don’t delight you, you can’t escape, when olives lose their leaves, or autumn scrapes, you’d say that fools, always miss the beat, looking at winter ruins, poverty yellow and grey, shatters any dream, even on the hottest days, you are like Petrus , brown and seventeen, sweet and bitter as almonds, inside you conjure a train, turn your head serene , hope it comes your way, smell once the salty sea.