Guia

How do I do this scene, looking fierce on vodka, as if it will protect me, my greatest days contained, I loosen first my collar, sit side on restrained, off my face with anxiety, my lip stick down a sofa, eyes looking furtively, this place is like a train, a glorious hell stop cellar, I need to get away, like a gift from the sea, she brings me first Bollinger, is gentle as the breeze, doesn't mess with trade, hasn’t a sou to piss on, talks of foreign holidays, laughter sings like dollars.

Flo

Don’t know what to say, look at the stormy sea, wonder if there’s anyway, she talks of good news, what it means to be, away from that prison crew, coughing at the subway, taking care now, walking free, leaving that cramped space, measures by wine what’s true, is it just cruel enmity, love plays a lonely fugue, in circumstances here on holiday, a toil of waters at ease, she finds time to hesitate, I'd live down a sewer, a volcano fault line tells me, just to be with you, the waves are unreal.

Diane

What we were feeling, can never be undone, left us reeling , when you waltzed off alone, left us gone, where else but from home, freedom is a sense of being, unlike with us little ones, given away screaming, our shrunken tiny bones, in rooms that were no fun, who couldn't pray to God, but listened on their knees, to voices calling from above, if he heard our keening, now look how we’ve grown, our path shining come, varnish brightens our toes, we’ll dance again soon.

Estelle

Our ship bevels wide, we hear the women choristers, bring darkness to green light, implore us hear their song, sung like Mass the Matumba, prise apart dissolves our bones, twists each translucent guise, into scented candles, our belfries ring the night, this tiny lamp of boat, a heaving shard of romance, we wrestle among the ropes, with all we'd like, when we hail the dancers, holding arms and smoky wise, will they turn us to stone, bring tears to our eyes, watch us come and go, delay us with the tide?

Catherine

You're all miserable skivers, she leans back and sighs, we thank the great divine, for all the blessings he bestows, whirr of the morphine driver, like a canary in the glow, singing in the yellow light, she says I've had my time, the manner of her being’s slight, a quiet celebration alone, as kids we could only try, the Orphanage didn't do love, moving with the tide, a candle on its own, her eyes blaze for Ireland, we blow our noses, when she passes by, as a Schooner rolls and groans, marking days that never die.

Babs

Men, the colour of death, ask us can we cope, or if they can help, believe in our presence, throw away the rope, their eyes in the distance, what are you doing next, they ask, the dopes, hand us our cheques, do they regard us as zero, our pay’s just a joke, while they act like heroes, my ticket’s for the deck, carry me away by boat, they say what the heck, think we don’t know, looks like tombtones, on trains rooms and'planes, gives them some hope ?

Aimee

Why do you want me to leave, I still carry the light, please stop writing please, the pen continues without delay, in your hair, your eyes, shine of laughter gone stale, sunlight streams in the evening, geraniums flower near the sea, dogs lie awake at the scene, your hand continues its looping spray, I ask why, everything seems thrown away, the breeze is like a creel, she says you don’t try, to imagine how she feels, there were such brighter days, wrapped within those nights, her eyes scribble away, she gives a little sigh.