A little something for the sake of one true pairing most dear and tragic. One will spend every one of her days in a library, and one will forever be the cause of it. And apart, apart! The tragedy! This is for River and the Doctor, who deserve so much more than that. Standalone, complete.
Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. Yes, I suppose it's time I stop pretending. Eleven has fallen, and I must accept it at some point. So here it is, my coping strategy: a smallish poem that acts as a gravestone for the Eleventh. Heartbreak and horror within. Here the wounds of TTotD are reopened. Be warned of melancholiness and the Ponds.
(Written as a "Kill the Moon" companion poem.) In "Kill the Moon", Clara's caught in a terrible dilemma: the Doctor's left the fate of the unknown in her hands, all of humanity disagrees with her, and it seems that only she knows what is just. An offering of illustration and understanding. *Blatant episode spoilers for "Kill the Moon".* Standalone, complete.
Forgetting, regretting, it's all the same to him. It's what he does – it's all he knows. After all, his destiny is to love and say goodbye. Pablo Neruda inspired. Standalone, complete.
A poem observing River and the Doctor's peculiar, trying, and abstruse relationship. Written with attempted rapport at hand. A study in backwards, impossible, cosmic* love. OTP abound, with respect to the darling Eleventh Doctor. Standalone, complete.
Of all the places for the TARDIS to spontaneously land, Courseyre is one that is certainly unlikely. Rural and rugged, its glory is still to come. There is, however, more to the community than meets the eye: River and the Doctor have some havoc in store for them when their daughter Amelia Song does some adventuring of her own. Shan't be continued. Standalone, complete. Mild.
"Gretchen Alison Carlyle. Do something good and name it after me." From a line in 08x02 'Into the Dalek'. No spoilers.
A song-inspired tribute to (perhaps?) the only pairing we can all agree upon: the Doctor and that Sexy TARDIS of his. This is an ode to a big, blue feline and her ancient underling. Only three Doctors are listed as characters, but all are implied.
At its barest, this is a tribute to River Song's hair. Inspired, of course, by the "Mean Girls" line: "That's why her hair's so big: it's full of secrets." Full credit to the movie, actors, and script writers for the influence. No copyright infringement is intended.
A study in our dearest Doctor through the medium of "The Wizard of Oz". Poetry. Standalone, complete.
This one's for the Ponds, who are certainly more than deserving of a tip of the old Stetson in farewell. Angels Take Manhattan is a horror indeed, and is addressed painfully here. Proceed with caution. Song-inspired; details inside. Standalone, complete.
noxa inpendium: ruinous torment... the last goodbye. River Song knew it wouldn't last forever, that she would die, but she never thought it would end like this. lucky she's so good at hiding the damage. some words on her sacrifice in 04x09 "Forest of the Dead".
Countdown to Christmas, with one story per Doctor. Twelve Doctors in twelve days. Collaboration with Brighter than sunflowers.
(Written as a "Mummy on the Orient Express" companion poem.) After the moon, It's time for a 'last hurrah' for Clara and the Doctor. It's her choice; they can go anywhere in time and space. And what better final adventure than the fabled Orient Express? However, seems there's a malevolent force lurking about the cabin... *Blatant episode spoilers for 08x08.* Standalone, complete.
In consideration of the recent "Time Heist", here's something to remind you of the events occurring during the episode. Analytics aside and criticism tossed, facts are solitary. Poetry. Standalone, complete. (Oh, and spoilers. Lots and lots of spoilers.)
Shakespeare-inspired. A study in the Doctor himself and his ability to love and lose and blaze and run. A man like that must be a phoenix. I'm certain of it. Standalone, complete.
A series of limericks inspired by none other than Doctor Who. Related to "Sherlimericks" if you know of them. Ongoing, incomplete. More to come.
A tribute to Rosa Cisneros, whom I had no choice to but to fall in love with during season two. Hail of gunfire, screech of tires... you got what you wanted, love. T because mild swearing, but really, come on people, it's OitNB. If you watch the show, basically you yourself are rated M.
A ten-stanza poem that's, at it's barest, a big ball of rhymey-wimey... stuff. Mildly scattered and mobile. Poetic situational character examination of River, Amy, the Doctor... Oh, and Rory. Mustn't forget him, I suppose. Written in anticipation of series eight and in remembrance of series five through seven: the age of the Eleventh. Standalone, complete.
A poem exploring Wonderland concepts and notions. Mild, Carrollian-style punning. Victorian English. Nearly dark. Open to interpretation. Standalone, complete.