Reviewed by Joanna M. Weston These poems are not about Lady Godiva’s ride, but rather about those who lived, or live, in Coventry. The poems are like the voices heard by someone standing on a street corner, i.e. snatched conversations or brief comments, often inward-looking, more frequently casual but insightful interchanges. There are sixty-two twelve-line poems in the sequence, with one long prose poem at the end. The poems are untitled and, while a cast of characters is given at the beginning, the voice of each poem is up to the reader to discern, which enhances the sense of eavesdropping on the street or in the bedroom: My nephew was a hostage to the Danes for my brother’s good behaviour