13 May 2008


Heady chaos,
chaotic heads,
sense of loss,
expected dread.
A lone survivor
one time had been
a true protector
of seen and unseen.


Tom said...

Thank god Catherine Tate had no part in this. <3

RFWS said...

So are you a Doctor Who fan as well, Rosie? And would that be of the classic series too? I assume the new from "a lone survivor", but this poem's a jolly pithy description of the Doctor I know and love as well: "a true protector of seen and unseen." =D

"No more sunsets; no more gumblejacks. Nevermore a butterfly."

"Remember the traveller in his police box spaceship, his days like crazy paving."

"The sound of giant slugs!"

Robert Smith said...

Here's that poem I was talking about: it's a sort of companion to yours, which set me off thinking when I read it. I've been thinking ever since! I wrote it just now: I've got a hideous cold and needed to do something comforting between sleeps.

Obviously, I know the point of yours is that they can fit into text messages, and this can't. But I didn't want to steal your idea, and I couldn't do it half as well anyway. That hasn't stopped me attempting to rhyme a bit like you do, though, with questionable success!

'Sheer poetry'*

Strange traveller, your world is wide:
your epic-comic-romance-tragedy
unfolds in episodes through all the galaxy,
but you are so nearly one of us.
You journey in the stars and in the years
and you let us travel at your side.

Pioneer of your people, you do good:
to sufferers, you bring a love that girds;
you love: 'greatly, but not small-ly' -
with a love to face down monsters
and a spirit that no bars or bonds can hold.
How, then, shall I capture you in words?
You are singular, but have so many aspects -
old-young faces
happy-sad faces
angry-kind faces
clever-mad faces:
you are many things,
and many men,
and you live in many places.


Wanderer, why so sad?
I see you have
a home: but not a home, an oubliette -
heavy-draped with eld and spiderous,
a place to run from, though all paths lead there.

But you see destiny crystallise
and paths of Time made unified
wheresoe'er you cast your eyes!

* From 'The Time Meddler' (1965). "DOCTOR: That is the dematerialising control, and that over yonder is the horizontal hold; up there is the scanner, those are the doors, and that is a chair with a panda on it. Sheer poetry, dear boy. Now please stop bothering me."

Robert Smith said...

Oops, should point out the 'greatly, not small-ly' line is a quotation from the original novel of Human Nature by Paul Cornell; the one where at the end John Smith has to become the Doctor again in order to defeat the Aubertides, but in doing so loses forever the ability to love Joan Redfern in the way they loved each other before. Cue sad ending where only Wolsey (the Doc's pet cat, whom Joan gives to him to travel with in the TARDIS) can see him cry. Much better than the Tennant episode, if you ask me! =)