Suzy

When you scold us, call us robbers and rogues, we thank Mount Olympus, you are leaving this scene, let oceans wash your bones, cap every season, we have had enough fuss, more than any antidote, your kisses comes to this, we won’t care about pity, arms hanging forlorn, screeching like parakeets, the dread shrouds of locusts, where the sky is broken, your raging insistence, makes light of our freedom, shrill voice discordant, we’ll make flowers sing, we are people of destiny.

Reeve

In the bucolic rooms, proclaimed by the sea, let me dispel the gloom, common trees or blasted bark, the bones of Saint Anthony, explode in splintered sparks, the dawn brings early tribune, a tiny gift at the infirmary, to fill our empty spoons, Doctors are very smart, even when not so easy, love lifts our battered hearts, will our baby come soon, like a summer breeze, sail a bright sailed schooner, joy at whistles and booms, on St Christopher’s quay, we possess a great fortune, such serendipity.

Quiona

Love we nearly threw away, you absolved and allayed, sunk troubles in the Bay, when the skies turn pink, you kept us reined, to calendars and catechism, away from teenage forays, lapping at our name, helped us on our way, answered difficult instincts, many have heard such tales, full of rouge and lipstick, and you took the blame, howled like a blowing gale, when problems raged, we give thanks the way you think, watch cafe's swell with rain, unshaven waiters at the sink, eye our celebration.

Phoebe

The turn of lovely days, rouge her high cheek bones, a scimitar of alluring ways, the cafe's and the diners, shake out yesterday’s clothes, seek solace in others blindness, this is not to say, except inside her yellow home, she would tolerate a parade, where usual debts are paid, in cool bath robes, blue for the evening trade, our lady makes her case, wherever a light is shone, at fate that always strays, no matter if there's wine, no river can ever hold, the strength of someone wise, give to them who glow.

Olivia

Here's the question why, on the house phone, behind a wired facade, you shed uncertain whispers, a hushed magenta tone, light yet sorely twisted, the reasons your like this, flush within my core, like rain across the isthmus, the colours of the Argentine, you say you've been honed, to numb away the pain, then a lovers' face again, no one really gets over, a desolate time in jail, blue to your bones, you spell out certain names, blow smoke off a cigarette, offer up a moan.

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.