Our Cargo Party: Ophelia

Our Cargo Party: Ophelia: In days of autumn's wire, night rides black and cold, stars fall down like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold,...

Our Cargo Party: Ophelia

Our Cargo Party: Ophelia: In days of autumn's wire, night rides black and cold, stars fall down like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold,...

Ophelia

In days of autumn's wire, night rides black and cold, stars fall down like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold, knows which bells to ring, love is juxt desire, if we're not at home, blows flame across our fire, our cries recall something, lost on mobile ‘phones, wanting substance anything, absence asks what we renqire, to say if we're alone, what we need to aspire, in this yellow evening, our wanting to atone, in any way stop feeling, what's written on a board.

Natalie

Here's a thing for you, you who always come first, with all your jiggery doo, you’re not enough born, to rage against my thirst, when feelings get torn, the sea is deep blue, you've no time for mirth, home is not a Bayou, by book or by 'phone, your trail is well versed, to know how you're doing, try again slice the moon, pull away and swear, your eyes like fish glue. pass a drive in cafe', where all debt's squared, your stars are never true, divine the easy air.

Maria

Smoking a cigarette, an old friend's face appears, laughing not lonely yet, geese rise and sail, ride the wind without fear, i knew her from jail, snow blanket around our heads, she always brought cheer, a calming voice steady step open colours of her face, anyone could go near, she acted with even grace, whenever there were threats, her eyes shining clear, she'd absorb any dread, a woman who enjoyed fame, blew flame across fear, made a miracle of each day, then disappeared.

Lucy

We stand by unlit lamps, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting here like tramps, if there's kindness to share, red lips white faced, gi' us some pennies spare, remember that posh sap, wine shipped secret champagne, who wanted us to unwrap, his stories of dockside snares, cargo ships and freighters, dark rooms without care, we can be happy she snaps, watching the rain, track down some warm path, you won't hear me swear, say straighten up our game, ask how much we dare, shuffle what remains.

Kayla

What if the stars are great, my daughter slowly fades, she won't see them anyway, listens to the clock, yellow wing's not much to say, her phone's still blocked, doesn't matter what she takes, the walls eau de grey, in her cell she hesitates, her kids are still shocked, confined within their days, lonely as the lavender crop, they see each creep of grace, watch time roll away, I’ve seen their faces, laugh as my my dogs frolic frown since she’s put away, their heart are locked, our visits never late.