Eileen

Will she ditch me now, make me drink more drink, sit and wonder how, my eyes are wheaten brown, I dance along the brink, this long winter long, the heat off her brow, gathers and prinks, who she might follow, like a seeding furrow, she can blink, or scatter sorrow, constrained in what I know, what she’s thinking, her forehead’s an arrow, I won't need a show, still less a shrink, to lean forward and crow, you’ve lost me Minx.

Dana

She says a dawn novena, and worries about her feet, concerned who will see her, love's a trick to trap, not knowing what to keep, equipped for other crap, every tune’s a new scene, bars fuel her sole conceit, blonde singers, wooden dreams, rise to greet and grasp, but when morning turns green, she prays alone unfathered, wondering if there’s a beat, more than any depth of need, to always bet on evens , perhaps with a common tap, poised or in retreat, something good will last, dancing rescues everything.

Christina

Give me dancing jewels, and let me smile through tears, I will waltz with fools, under cold white stars, golden gowns allay my fears, can't believe this farce, my dreams of other moons, citizens brought near, strip them down for news, I smile and start, remember ached for years, when nothing there was false, turn my head, shrug a look, don't want to hear, how I’ve been cruel, long gait and fuller parts, this perfume costs me dear, I’ll bear this old tiara, diamond sparkling clear.

Christine

Give me dancing jewels, and let me smile through tears, I will waltz with fools, under cold white stars, golden gowns allay my fears, can't believe this farce, my dreams of other moons, citizens brought near, strip them down for news, I smile and start, remember ached for years, when nothing there was false, turn my head, shrug a look, don't want to hear, how I’ve been cruel, long gait and fuller parts, this perfume costs me dear, I’ll bear this old tiara, diamond sparkling clear.

Beula

When did I start crying, was it going back to Ireland, or when my son asked why, Nana loved the horses, you who poured sand, over that turfed cours, on the ferry, kids playing, silver light across the strand, I lay at anchor becalmed, you the daddy retort, we’ve run aground, are we together any more, to say Ma was a slave, a house always crammed, a martyr to his venerable grace, all those holy orders, he asks if there’s a plan, in dust and troubled bother, but doesn’t give a damn.

Abi

What I should never do, stuff I swore, gallop down fields of blue, dance again to the moon, pray to broken laws, wave a witches broom, my partner swoons, asks what I’m saying this for, only fools live out of tune, runaway doomed, take holy orders, drain winter into June, rage at every heirloom, define a life by whores, she’ll leave me here to stew, a fool to give me room, say I’ll pay a heavy score, my almond eyes brand new, love is raw.

Zara

Can you love me, do you think you dare, the way I used to be, look at me, I breathe, is it my grey hair, that makes you dream, Paris on glossy evenings, would you care, Pastis and nights spent free, with someone's being, clink yellow glasses with her, still fresh at fifty three, blowing like steam, your eyes flared, would you let out a scream, all those might have beens, is that fair, for a life of ease you my blonde flaneur?