Nora

How do I make this scene, looking sweet on sherry. a sourball to protect me, off my face alone, flushed with Dutch frippery, wish i was going home, mascara pushed up my sleeve, eyes looking furtively, looking for some release, , red and yellow phone's, sing out a cigarette night, Oh God leave me alone, my greatest days to flee, suddenly bear a why, hope no one fancies me, sit side by side consoled, he's a boy off the tide, asks why i chose this role, at my next epiphany, I won't't bother with sighs, leave a note to territory, just wave him goodbye.

Marie

Sat in the grey light, my lover alongside me, know everything's all right, sunrise over the Rhone, Cafe Coin serves good coffee, a vista when we come, warm clothes as sun fires, trhe light above the trees, we enjoin the coming sky, salt cakes a global warning, birds fly on earthly need, rabbitts dance in the combing, we sip the last of wine, remains of an evening party, no need for Turkish delight, we'll return home, go back by boat and sea, the weather won’t be cold, warm brown days pass by, work and save diligently, all that's best in life, worth more than money.

Lara

We look at what remains, carried to us by ferry, a life she disdained, can she hear our groans, full of useless levies, it would turn her bones, thank those blessed days, neither warm nor easy, when a life burned flame, the manner of her tone, flowed on other tributaries, it won't leave us alone, more a silken trail, spun on a wooden rosary, from her morning frame, a promise to condone, every generous actuary money given not a loan, as we catch the train, across the morning estuary, she’d never contemplate, our face of misery.

Kathy

It’s hard to measure distance, looking down a bottle of beer, what you think is crystal, the tremble in your bones, a river washes clear, a time to be explored, will he be coming home, talks we had last winter, hawks hunt on the weir, don't make me bitter, fast tides on the roll, are you my lover freer somewhere close but alone, when I say it’s finished, heart and eyes in tears, please don't ask penance, in your faded clothes. silver cups my ears, a memory in each zone, your eyes like an infant a trapeze of wasted years,, I record such fastness, all for listing fear

Joanna

There's times I wish, I’ve waited so long, on this wretched bridge, my taxi’s long gone, now leave me alone, I’m not twenty one, what makes you think, don’t know what I’m doing, getting jealous in drink, splash on more Cologne, who wants to smell cold, strung on these folds, let the moon blink, my ship's coming home, sick and tired of shrinks, smear red lipstick on, an unsteady sojourn, really no one's fault, remain majestic and fit, sweet as my best song, ice cream for this trip, nice and strong.

Ivy

Do we think of others, screaming down the phone, a cross borne for mothers, pray for all of those, whose thoughts lay blown, across forgotten summers, ' a cornfield smothers, the dance we do alone, men flit amongst us, we can only suppose, by water and blue clothes, what they want to echo, our days fill with lovers, buckets we take home, throwing dice at trouble, our hands a level force, more than we ever know, a river runs its course, in the valley below.

Hope

The poetes mauvais, he hates to gloom, are they made of clay, these are their bones, in place of his blood, each time he's alone, has gone back to slay, an old unwritten rule, promised him every day, evening fades the Domes, traces this lonely fruit, he faces night alone, aching for a child I say, what we have to do, ie seize time anyway, birdsong early morning, it's a poor fool, to ignore their warning, maybe I have to state, they hold onto you, get them out the way, give life our due.