Franca

Why does time resonate, a web in blue trees, threads across my face, was it some cold dawn, where you sang so clean, the year Lady born, couldn't get past your gaze, shrunk back on my heels, to hear that voice again, you didn't falter, down desolate streets, to worry about the fall, your Ma in broken rage, dug that post war scene, butterflies came late, but what you spawned, let us all break free, still leaves me fallen, at your feet.

Esme

Where do we hope to be, our bodies twist and groan, dancing's never easy, silk worms in cemetery's glow, resist any combing, furious as a curate's throw, then you my lover seize, this time to make scones, our house behind the sea, we swore we'd never moan, on Sundays to live alone, sunlight shifts the room, how beautiful and so lovely, your neck smooth as stone, when my torso pulls free, will you help me grow, your face by the water, somewhere far from home, tell me all you know ?

Debs

Men in suits of death, ask if we can cope, if they could only help, assist our search for dough, throw away the rope, measure lengths we'd go, what dreams we have left, do they think us dopes, sat on the bar like derelicts, are we only bones, high rollers in New York, as we walk the floor, dance tickets bear our wealth, the bleeding worm of hope, deep within our breasts, love our sense of glow, how long before we show, in trains on stations formed, the look of gravestones.

Readers

Going away for a few days - poems will appear again on the 25th July dv. Thanks to you all for reading them.

Callie

I am silent as the breeze, we are leaving from Glasgow, eat pasta think about ringing, but i haven't got the bite, she is such a dismal cow, this old friend of mine, my new Italian lover you see, American Bars is what we know, a bit different from Barlinnie, where she spent time quietly, riding the insane show, now she goes to Disney, doesn’t really do serenity, thinks she'll carry on somehow, brightly shining at some party, heading south the train sleeps, like going around and round, i paint my face with ease, suits me to feel alone.

Belinda

I want to be set free, says my lover on high, a sense of blue conceit, between her hands and shore, she aurveys the sky, her cigarettes by the door, on a funnel gazing spree, any horizon seems bright, thinks she's a celebrity, her power is always more, kind but sheds no light, she names it mystery rope, it stands no scrutiny, always shows she's right, a short step to eternity, but what's underscored, is a racing certainty, harmony stands restored, when fires burn willingly.

Annie

Did you ruin her marriage, you'd gamble anything, to steer clear that passage, your daughter's aims, all her could have been's, debase your claims, was it any less savage, with others who scream, called you to the barrage, ragged clouds of rain, like a calendar deems, roll darkly off the plain, a smell of storm presages, dust across your schemes, your crazy damage, howling for terrain, chasing without cease, numbers you miscalculate, who needs your dreams ?