Poem XXVIII - Lesbia Harford

Florence kneels down to say her prayers
At night.
I wonder what she says, and why she cares
To pray at night.

I think when she kneels down to pray
At night
The names that have been on her lips all day
Are there at night.

She interferes with destinies
At night.
My loves are free to do the things they please
By day, or night.

Books: an update

My rate of reading has slowed down abruptly since uni started! Or recreational reading has, at least. Here's some from my 'read' list on Goodreads, from early Feb onwards...:

Michelle Lovric, The Undrowned Child ( Gorgeous and yet not quite satisfying )

Tishani Doshi, The Pleasure Seekers ( Delightful in so many ways )

Henry James, The Ambassadors ( Took about three months to read )