Up in my room on my unmade bed <br />I sat and read. <br />There was work waiting for me below. <br />I didn't go. <br />For in my little green room the song <br />Flickered along. <br />If the singer had seen the way it fared <br />She would have stared, <br />Have wondered and stared at me who read <br />With tumbled bed, <br />Wide-open window, wide-open door, <br />Books on the floor. <br />Hers was a disciplined, comely, wise <br />Christina-guise. <br />But what's the hell of a mess to me <br />When I am free <br />And wind blows in and a delicate song <br />Flickers along.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/up-in-my-room-on-my-unmade-bed/
