Nancy

Strained to my bones, I struggle to explain, heart like a thunder zone, the turning wheel bus ticket, blown away by the rain, I leave lying helpless, laugh at why I’ve come, play the useless games, small wonder in this home, the foray of my visits, putting yesterday's blame, on methylated spirits, you bite on a ham bone, a ribbon of it escapes, ask to be left alone, the sea whipped Atlantic, a tornado for your rage, incarcerated are your lips, can you see it my way ?

Margarite

Don't worry if someone slips, this house of the spirit, an Ocean gale on your lips, let them engage me, take me to my limit, revive that twisted energy, tell it like it is , turn my bones to relics, those who know my kiss, escape with flags of prey, find love at every instant, make decisions under tyranny, a gap of middle distance, where thirst lies unhindered, rejoicing not yet finished, spent in minutes all your fleet, my dress that you unzip, , guided by moon’s effigy, you shall sail my ship.

Lulu

A sunny life is not for everyone, waves don’t always kiss palm trees, she isn’t that far gone, kids play on the sand, see her brown and lovely feet, to leave just like that, in lemon stripes at the pool, courted by a tender breeze, eyes like harvest moons, flame trails her headband, silver slippers from Seymour Street, she caresses mountains, and from a tiny back room, by a museums of the Beats, drinks whisky and misses June, when I take her hand, she is full of release, a perfumed contraband, just enough to kill me.

Kathy

Clattered steps in the evening, your steps echoing to a beat, bowing to an Atlantic breeze, other times a struggled moan, before a fretful swollen sea, a drumming racket all along, a wish, more than any dream, how different is my memory, I mean, does it trick me, with the smell of ozone, arriving from the Hebrides, laughter singing in every bone, our name is a scream, above a front door gently, what do you really believe, like an arriving boat, no one needs, your slouch towards home, a broken wheel.

Jamala

What's wrong with dreaming, and loving the sea, absent seasons, like luck or a number, dull anyone’s features, when love is a wonder, that's a good reason, for this time to seize, don't stand there bleeding, be hard on the cumber, thank the Redeemer, we can all fake plunder, bring a gentle ease, kick out in the thunder, if everyone’s free, the sun might shine longer, waves stay out of trouble, dance every double, even the Conga.

Iona

I'm sat here thinking, shuddering what I'd taught, this is not me, my lover is asking, what low life are chancers, I see her running to the sea, dancing on thorns, reading up on infamy, Oh it's useless I gasp, and twist on horns, what are the coming tasks, someone else’s here and free, struggling to be born, she grasps for my sympathy, could I work a pass, sitting shyly on a wall, waiting for the crash, wishing I were gone.

Hope

What separates us from our best, does a sail makes us thrill, fly to water change address, a raging thirst, a map, papers, are we shrill, putting others first, dancing waves to caress, a starlit sky or utility bill, to fix our battered compass, stay our eyes beyond the curse, check on each daily drill, as our insides burst, locate the inventive West, let us pray we reach until, we can pass the test, sent back if not shirked, devoured by men or sin, flame or water re-imbursed, hunger fills this ship.