My Poems

The Doctor
a doctor who fan poem

What must it be like?
Looking down from above
seeing our war and our pain and our love?
Do you think we are evil?
Or maybe insane?
That we'd kill those we hold dear
for personal gain.
You must think we're stupid.
You must shake your head.
Do you look on with hatred?
Or pity instead?

When you walk among us
to fight for our lives
Do you see the daughters?
The sons, mothers, wives?
When you talk to the people
is that when you find
that for our own sake
you won't leave us behind?

Bedtime
Darkness sits on my eyelids
and dreams are sneaking inside.
In the morning I'll wake,
held close and safe,
And my heavy head against the pillow
will feel like a wish.

Rose
a doctor who fan poem
Rolling clouds, wild and free
On the horizon, the sun burns
Silver stars shine, I will not go
Every candle burns on your altar

To the Country
An open frame of the countryside
vast green fields under
expansive blue skies.
The world is so big
and we, only tiny,
bracing ourselves against the size of it.
Leaping onwards
into the fray.