Raith Two

A diagnosis only half true, I smell the Limes, ask what's wrong with you, act like I already know, ties that bind, blowhard on my bones, hope brings a certain glue, what can be put right, gives me a clue, I won't be alone, in this cosy light, there’s always my home, I’m warm near the flue, it's not a crime, for fire to give news, how to keep going through evening and night, when the kids 'phone, I have to be fine, coffee gets me through, this strange time, wonder what's due?

Raith

Time breeds uncertainty, the shouting and fighting, a furious unease, its passage the blues tells me what's right, if you’re not careful, winter's like heating, steals in lilac as night, captures the need, find other avenues, in a dull morning light, who needs this curfew, with walls made of treacle, what's down the line, if it's not seized, need to sink a few, unlock my eyes, it's dark in this milieu, good reasons to scream, is there a sapphire, to burn off the scree, bring me fast tyres?

Myriam Three

Will you be the same, a smile beneath cherry trees, each time we separate, the dollars and dimes, bottles stacked like wheat, when we sit drinking wine, now's a morning flame, not just my feet, that plays this tired game, No, I'm not fine, come back to me, don't give me that line, what does it take, a dawn novena, to have you here again, you smile like a wolverine, your body a litany, now should be our time, why can’t you remain, the sun lies uneven, traffic fills the lanes, I wait for the sea.

Myriam Two

Why is it always you, that makes it seem, every day’s good news, a dog with a bone, doesn't know disease, especially when it roams, if the wind blows cruel, it won't stop our dreams, can even shed a few, come over here dead slow, move to a twisted beat, catch me with mellow tones, sing when we’ve had a few, now is just our history, forget the stuff we blew, even the days you moan, you're never creepy, forget I’m not alone, laugh the way you do, it's never just the sea, nothing seems to frighten you, let me believe.

Myriam

Paper boats across my knees, don’t rob the child, can't you let us be, when you bring your news, fury in your smile, say it's not only you, tamed, broken, ill at ease, I ignore all the signs, that make you believe, I have to lose, a power beyond my sign, the Court claims the virtue, sheds it reasons, whispered prayers at night, like leaves from a tree, want no part of you, nor your heaven's insight, lawyers on golden avenues, before you leave me reeling, I beg one more time, don't try to stop me screaming, a life will end tonight,

Roe Three

Love holds the door ajar, my hair falls down unkind, nowhere gets me very far, I sit on a high stool, drink a little wine, who needs more bad news, you ask about my Ma, Oh she’s fine, wades a little through tar, the money blew, in a poor easy light, how many other fools, cruise in her fast car, knock around her lies, no wonder I’m scarred, is there something cool, to crush the hurt inside, find that other part of you, maybe it’s from afar, that sees each morning rise, constant as the northern star, I count my time.

Roe Two

A painter of religious scenes, she dabs the yellow glaze, a thirty-year-old seraphim, views the work that's honed, never wise in this game, doubts she's ever alone, in great nights of dreams, even when just the same, it's not what it seems, the canvas lets her roam, a stretch of wooden nails, in many ways she's gone, to places she’s never been, lost without a name, a matchstick in the sea, the work is not her own, the pull of certain days, like some hurricane zone, her body aches without relief, deep sunk eyes are crazed, her mind is never easy, she holds another frame.