A portrait of The Doctor

I am, I confess, completely obsessed with Doctor Who. Tonight, I watched the last three episodes of season 9, with Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor, all in a row. I cried, as usual.

One of the Gallifreyans stated that The Doctor's weapon is his words. You'd, like me, agree if you're as great a fan as I am. This poem was inspired by the statement above. I don't care if it's cheesy to write about The Doctor. I like this poem and that's all that matters to me.

Also, the prompt for today is to write a portrait poem. Ironically, this fits the prompt rather well.

 The Doctor

If words are his weapon

Then his tongue is sharp

His wit cuts through the darkness

To reveal both laughter and pain

If his eyes told stories

Then you'd listen for days

In awe of adventures and dangers

Of his losses and gains

If the lines in his face could speak

Then you'd know of deep joys

Of triumphs and friendships

And of anger and pain deeper still

If his silence had volume

Then it would deafen you

His sorrow and his rage

Are likely to kill

If words are his weapon

Then you're fortunate to hear them

They'll haunt your heart forever

They'll leave a tear-streaked stain

Andrea Vermaak