Elouise

Paintings are my scene, museums have a lonely grace, I often hear them scream, they stare from tenuous canvas, it really is my fame, the world's my caravan, from summer to late season, in gas fired winter palaces, I often smell the sea, heaven if you look aghast, at my perfumed embrace, you are like M Duchamp, the rain outside teams, petals trace names on graves, pavements run like streams, unshaven waiters pass, cognac to my place, no café’ and croissants repast, for this well-oiled face.

Danielle

You don’t’ create, this house of spirits, Oceans dance in your place, if you’re at home, your bones in bits, laughter sealed in a room, engage or brace, when taken to your limits, she who hesitates, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is not a trope, tides turn in every way, escape on a cargo ship, always find the decent shape, never one to slope, the sea might writhe and twist, you’ll never be alone, the moon’s in your gift.

Clarice

Who’s your next mate, my lover asks me, I shudder at empty space, I’m sat here thinking, can’t you see , the trace of my feeling, makes my thoughts not great, at such infidelity, but I dance away again, freedom is not for shrinkers, or those who wannabe, gazing down some river, what I have to explain, is to let her know subtly, the sky has changed, see those who are burning, I point along the beach, they are not for turning, 'You' she screeches.

Bethany

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why try to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant laughter, makes you keep to morning trains, look out towards the sea, don’t push us away, when love lies spooling, it guarantees no sweetness, find a place with rules, you sing of gain, that's no eternity, join in our embrace, it will set you free.

Ava

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does a river run alone, let our song ring, on suburban trains, the thrush we hear sing, herring gulls that soar, may we see again, hear their eerie moans, their cries a broken thing, these winter days, driving before the sea, swore we’d never go, just to count our gains, birds already know, when we fight with everything, they always find a way, drain all our suffering, Spring will come again .

Zizi

Stumbled steps at evening, heart beats like a hurricane, stripped of an Ocean breeze, at times a summer whistle, by some haunted door frame, a drumming metal twisted, a wish, more than anything, how different is your game, Oh we missed those scenes, the sight of you forgetful, leaving from the station, a face torn and fretful, your fame on cafe' ceilings, a portable serenade, now you adjust our feelings, you arrive again by ship, blown in like any freighter, rake us with your lips, give us back our names.

Yolande

She hates the dull why, the pleadings for freedom, in sought after light, but what is she doing, making chocolate marina, painting yellow fascia’s, a drink of the wine, fire tunes her seasons, she will be fine, night boils her troubles, afternoon's her reason, it makes her days frozen, who knows the time, the walls of this prison, christened by a child, the kids will get through, regular as the heating, lilac as an evening tune, their faces awry, beneath a moon’s steeple, to chant without crying, all of love’s leavings.