Tilly

When I look to see, three missed trains, your face a relic dream, what do you want to hear, that love always remains, smooth as shifting gear, are these lines tweaked, as the time gives way, nights of drunken sleep, beyond the railway yards, trees wave in gentle rain, faces trace lonely cards, electrics shush to wheels, still hear that sound today, listen to my sad appeal, what makes you scared, wrapped in your own way, does no one thinks i care, now you've gone away ?

Sophia

You say everything’s right, while your daughter prays, who turns off the lights, you smile between moans, laugh as on a sunny day, never lose the bones, around your eyes, there’s a tired terrain, it's the love we prized, chasing luck like a drone, the call of Bingo forays, in rain or early snow, as if time's stopping by, whoever thinks your way, smoking Marlboro Lites, we never get the tone, as our family rages, water drips on the floor, none of us the same.

Rosalie

Why treat me so uncouth, exclusive of your dreams, melt me lemon blue, with your belts and perfumes, easy dancing schemes, ask what I'll do for you, your palace lies in ruins, battlements fall to the sea, walls are yellow mildew, brought here as your muse, my path forever eased, so hard to mime tribute, your wide satin shoes, deep as soup tureens, follow my every move, why keep me as a rebuke, you’ve someone else to see, no one knows the truth, just let me flee. .

Quinn

Your lack of remorse, a needling wire, allows little discourse, no rush to atone, those you have hired, hands like cold stone, bitter morning recourse, fevered by grey light, sorrow run its course, the burdens we own, the offerings of desire, makes demons ride home, there is no concourse, to give ourselves time, friends all withdrawn, shall we sail alone, with this deepening ire, circumnavigate the globe, our souls on fire ?

Penelope

Am leaving without you, tired of having no clue, by these desperate ruins, chew pasta think of home, don’t know what to do, with such ungratedul souls, this friend of yours Rupert, my Italian friend brings news, says he really isn’t true, resists temptation to 'phone, but must have some revenue, he doesn't work alone, since our time at Corfu we’ve had to face the truth, love only makes one drool, we won't beat our bones, but i'm telling you, men bring us little soul, least of all Billy Blue.

Oakley

As if to anticipate me, the breeze soothes the Limes, rustles Cypress trees, on hills beyond the Cliffs, a curious somnolent light, lights the valley's rift, by a wine dark sea, am surprised in my fright, supposedly young and free, a whisper forget his lips, songs of love and sighs, soothe my stumbled shift, stunted by his apostrophe’s, our futures on the tide, he doesn't go for easy, the music's echo shivers, his one long cry, while the night withers, drink more green tea, watch the geese rise, horizons all before me, it's such a short time.

Nora

Do you spare a thought, about our separation , interogate me at the door, think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's temptation, his chin cast to the sea, full of trial and remorse, his protesting eyes dilate, dance as if been caught, in a moment I'll feel, he's emptying the plate, high winds blow severely, his wretched mother’s thorn, she would not hesitate, to drag him upto Court, let the tongues wag viciously, she spreads unleavened hate, her beady flow of history, bottles his escape.