Helen

You'd gamble the sky, then look at me and moan, turn your face into a why, you say you miss the Blues, watching ships coming home, attend every wake as true, chase money like it was kind, salt and perfume far from home, caress me or at least try, stinking of some great fortune, smoking cigarettes forgetting to 'phone, maybe you can read the runes, call upon different tribes, listen to stories they intone, some'll gurgle some'll die, don't treat me as your wife, forage at some thing unknown, conceal all bitter ugly tones, make me want to fly.

Haya

High breds live on cream, so can let you know, what they really think, each dance gives a clue, their wiles only show, a frozen smile on curfew, bursting with balustrade screams, they whirl around nearly yellow, searching for the dream, murdered by this wanton crew, who like to bestow, largesse on the cruel, their night's vain preen, softer than sourdough, sweats them to their knees, dance naked by the trees, you can kiss my sorrow, rub shoulders in mountain streams, call me tomorrow.

Hortense

She's bored, don't fake an interesting life, say how you were adored, when they let you remain, you cried for days inside, washed shirts in the rain, now you talk without pause, make sudden tinkled chimes, she's heard those tales before, a missive suddenly contains, all she deems wise, her coat hangs on nails, left as an afterthought, gone on the tide, slipped away untaught, you barely knocked her door, regrets don't ask why, emotions too poor, to understand your lies.

Hermoine

You never say what's true, what you saw, in the alley without virtue, dance again to the moon, pray with some lonely whore, your head full of tunes, when your lover groans, don't say things like that for, why break her bones, only fools live like you, crying out your holy orders, making strange concoctions to brew, you sweat in furious tones, as if divined by horses, riding here like Empress Jones, tell me am a fool to leave you, you'll pay a heavy score, your face is turning blue, I walk the floor.

Holly

Before a stranger she pleads, the sound of a removal van, destroys any sense of ease, her offering is a moan, who could fault her tan, each song rings like doom, that intones she's not free, the bars are full of men, does it matter on your knees, without ships or their groans, she looks deadpan, at empty faces crushed bones, now chained prays and keens, inwardly says walk with elan, i'll die at this scene, that sweet insouciant breeze, in the prisonhouse by chance, her face folds in creases, begs for a dance.

Idola

Our love of the rain, is a burning tyre, not pine needles and hay, an offering to the Gods, like ice cold fish knives, to show we're not alone, we were never easy or brave, around blue midnight, for what my family craves, demons rattle their bones, among candlelit signs, they pester me for loans, will take them anyway, our eyes meet the tide, at some terrible place, won't keep trouble at bay, this lifeline required, stumble in the roaring Hades, dampen their fire.

Ina

We stand by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, the remains, of dinner like two tramps, who cannot bear, your red lips and white face, or a cigarette to share, suggesting the stamp, of forgotten domains, and faded glamour, like you were happy there, listening to the rain, before velvet au pairs came, and lost you a mansion, staking their claims, while your horses pranced, now your ace is distance, a cool look outside cafe's, showing them the dance, seeing eyes race.