The Trip of a Lifetime

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Written by Beth, illustrated by Kezia.


We were massively inspired by

‘Doctor Who: Now We Are Six Hundred’
A Collection of Time Lord Verse
Written by James Goss and illustrated by Russell T Davies
You can buy this wonderful book here.


‘I’m Bill, I serve chips’
but she wanted more than this
sneaking in to forbidden lectures
was as far as her life would take her

‘Men aren’t where i keep my eye’
she repeated again with a heavy sigh
when will everybody see?
women are her speciality

‘Still making eyes at a puddle?’
she had a feeling this would land her in trouble
but she couldn’t say goodbye
to the girl with the star in her eye

‘You’re safe in here, you always will be’
the time lord told her tenderly
finally someone to take her away
and to bring some excitment into her day

‘Oh my god i understand’
the pilot carrying out her plan
‘she promised that she wouldn’t leave’
now following bill for eternity

‘I really liked you’
she said, her heart breaking in two
as she had to say goodbye
to the girl with the star in her eye

‘This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me’
she cried with a sigh and begged with a plead
she ran with relief from the time travelling man
as he let her go with her memories in tact

‘What made you change your mind?’
the doctor just smiled
he opened the doors and let her inside
bill potts is going to have the time of her life…


By Beth

from the rose to the river

‘run’ said the mad man,
grabbing hold of her hand.
and she did, the earth turned
she began to feel it.

‘you take a stand’ said the blonde girl,
the one with the wolf on her breath.
thoughts of chips and alien suns,
collide like meteors behind her eyes.

‘this is me getting out’ said the girl that came after,
the one that would never stand for coming after anyone again.
she took the universe he held in the palm of his hand,
and let the planets orbit her instead.

‘you can stop now’ the woman told him,
red hair against white dress.
she screams her pain at the deaf universe,
never knowing the stars sing her name as a lullaby.

‘goodnight’ said the girl from a fairy tale,
red lips, red nails, red hair slip
through his fingers. he dreams of stone angels
smiling apples, sunflowers, her.

‘and they are mine’ said the little girl
as she stamped her strong foot, making the stars tremble.
her last heartbeat lies pressed between,
the 101 places she got to see.

‘you don’t expect a sunset to admire you back’, she said
the enigma. the thorn in his side,
the twist in his tale, his longest
and most bittersweet goodbye.