Thin Ice

“Be careful where you tread,” she said,
“Steer clear of the thin ice.
“Make your steps light, ” she begged,
“So you make it safely to my side tonight.”

So I set out so very cautiously,
But it was terribly cold night.
I forgot to step carefully,
Then I trod on the thin ice.

The freezing water tightly seized me,
I was helpless in its icy grip.
Down I was dragged as my
Last breath from my lungs was ripped.

As I floundered I felt my body stiffen,
My heart slowed then began to freeze.
Trapped in the watery prison,
My life ebbed away from me.

So now I float stuck between life and death,
Blue lips stuck in a silent scream.
Black fingernails scrape the ice
Frost crystals crack in my bloodstream.

And if through the ice I see you pass by,
I’ll bring you back to me tonight.
The last thing you’ll feel are my fingers grasping you,
Then pulling you to me through the thin ice.

Another poem inspired by the current run of Dr Who, here’s a link to my other who poems
The Girl with a Star in her Eye



What if you just didn’t feel like you can smile?
What if for you happiness feels like a trial?
What if you feel for your own real reasons,
You can’t be one of life’s shiny happy people.
Would you think to fit in that you had to fake it,
Put on a false smile that makes your face ache.
Hoping to fool people you’re the life and soul,
But worried that if the truth is told.
That if you confess to friends your real mental state,
That if you reveal you don’t think life is great.
As you tell them each day what you go through
Your so-called friends will harshly judge you.
Because of this each day you try to hide,
All the emotions slowly killing you inside.
So each morning you put on your familiar suit of lies,
Hoping that today no one will see through your disguise.

Another poem inspired by Dr Who, the time the episode “Smile,” where to give away that you were feeling sad might lead to your death. A world where you must smile despite all that is going on around you can resonate.

Here’s a link to my poem based on the Dr Who Episode “The Pilot”

The Girl with a Star in her Eye

I met a girl with a
star in her eye.
She didn’t sparkle but instead
radiated white-hot heat
scorching those who got
too close.

I fell for the girl with a
star in her eye.
She captured my heart as easily
as she did that heavenly body.
Now I orbit her, trapped
by her gravity.

I knew a girl with a
star in her eye.
who fell to Earth burning,
briefly so bright
before becoming just


This poem is partly based on the Doctor Who episode “The Pilot,” and the awesome illustration above was actually drawn by Stephanie Hyam who played the Heather the girl who inspired this poem.

Not quite a dedicated follower of Time Lord fashion


In a dress coat I looked like a stalker not a grandfather
And my cosmic hobo look was certainly more hobo.
My velvet jacket made me look like a standard lamp
And my very long scarf made running fast a no go.
Wearing some celery just raised people’s eyebrows
And my multicoloured coat just made people curse.
My question marked jumper was always ignored
And my frock coat look was just plain worse.
I’m too old to put on a worn leather jacket
And Converse just make my poor old feet cry.
Last but not least I was never really cool enough
To put on a red fez or a spotty bow tie.

You can take my sonic screwdriver when you prise it from my cold dead fingers

36 years of an increasing unearthly obsession,
36 years of an increasing toy collection,
36 years of looking forward to each Saturday night,
36 years of wondering who’d win a Dalek Cyberman fight,
36 years and one very painful tattoo,
36 years of enjoying Dr Who.


If there is one thing I have always loved during my many years on this planet it is the TV program Dr Who, I have often thought about writing a poem in tribute to my time lord love but was worried it might come across a bit geeky. Then I thought what the hell I’ll write one anyway.