Stuck for words to accompany a recent picture from my photo shoot, one of me wearing serpentine lingerie, I hunted on the internet for a Medusa-related poem. Finding none that failed to provoke terror, depression or terror and depression, I composed a poem myself. I was particularly inspired; writing it whilst in the queue for the self-service checkout at the local M&S. But enough of my artistic rambling preamble. Here it is:
Silken serpents bind us, unwind us
And a glance over my shoulder,
at our stolen moments together.