Gianna

Tell me what was that time, when I kneeled to pray, sweating all the while, did you watch me rocking, pipe arms in the rain, it’s not me who’s shocking, the poets of the maritime, say God is never strange, there is a love inside, my tears are unblocking, we pay just the same, see the birds flocking, they fly to other climes, ships ply ancient lanes, twisting between lives, does this make you shock, my choice but to remain, anchors weigh like clocks, please hold my reins.

Hadley

Thw ship at harbour wall, growing dark evening light, who would carry us at all, tell me, tell me why, engines turning into night, you rage at any delight, a hammock makes you stall, bells ring out your sighs, can you see our downfall, how love fades without why, spreads into my insides, its cool embrace widening, should I clamp your jaw, across the shining deckside, throw you to maritime law, there's something not right, beside your whinging cries, who pays for this ride, within a tissue of lies ?.

Frankie

Miles beyond her credit zone, she snatches at the breeze, all this stuff called loans, inflated or in despair, cries or laughs when pleases, love is absent on the stairs, but neither is she so alone, sheltered from other realms, a demeanour tight and honed, she'll stand and declare, tell them who they're dealing, not a little doll of hers, she’s never had a home, all its shadows and secrets, a tidal river on its flow, sometimes clothes she wears, need a little cleaning, some days she gets scared, but always a believer.

Evelyn

My day is just a swank, I parade a tasty sight, fresh by the canal bank, he kills me with his jokes, wants me as a bride, not a chance he's broke, regards my shapely shanks, tobacco blue in the tide, he’s a writer not a crank, can't state he’s alone, his smile is estuary wide, but a lonliness somehow, not everything is blank, never left a mother’s side, she thinks he's top rank, It's just i prefer domes, who needs to wield a knife, to get things going, he’ll be mine tonight,

Yana (repeat of one mistakenly lost)

In the white washed ruins, relaimed by the sea, she shows you an heirloom, a common enough gain, the cross of Saint Anthony, swings gently on its chain, no impending sense of doom, relates to the monastey , no radios play empty tunes, the doctor's sad face, is not as it should be, mama has gone down late, those shining hooves, we ran in summer lanes, will be as nothing soon, her laughter gentle as rain, rouses us from weary sleep, she'll visit us again, loss brings no certainty.

Demi

If he's happy let him go, the one who loved you, is that enough to know, didn't treat him right, you can say that's true, how many buttery nights, now he has another mojo, stepping about thr room, can’t you see him flow, a mirror for your eyes, when you hear such moans, be kind and act wise, he wears cotton clothes, try to sympathise , for a man who's stolen, caught out of sight, douse him with perfume, listen to the cock crow, he won't refuse.

Charlotte

Summer clouds blue eyes, she knows the uncertainty, love is only a brief why, what separates her bones, stuff can make her scheme, is the sight of water, surrounding azure skies, feels the pull of destiny, not some useless guide, God says she’s not alone, solo thoughts and dreams, the sweep of fiery domes, memory offers her insight, evening woods all green, thrill of troubled flight, conscious that she’s bold, regards the harvest teams, hears some old men groan, she just loves the sea.