We will never know some of the things that influence us. I wrote this poem, some time last year, after reading about an exhibition of Freud’s artefacts. I think a line from Louis MacNeice’s poem ‘Bagpipe Music’ must have been piping away in my unconscious although I didn’t realise it at the time.
Their knickers were made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes were made of python, Louis MacNeice, ‘Bagpipe Music’
She wore olive green snakeskin shoes
bought by her husband
before her confinement
to a wheelchair.
He places a chunk of shiny rock
between Venus and Eros
– Serpentine –
It matches her shoes.