Making the impossible possible
Created | Updated Jun 14, 2006
It was black and white.
The tall building seemed to be in a different season,
There it looked to be engulfed in a mid-summer month, but it emitted no warmth.
The sitting room’s curtains were closed to stop the darkness outside creeping within.
A fire was roaring in the fireplace to combat the frosty winter weather.
Suddenly the scraper was gone,
And in it’s place stood a police box hurtling through time and space.
It was spinning and turning; it’s light flashing a royal blue in front of the sofa.
The box landed on a planet.
A planet in the corner of the sitting room.
The planet was red and white and dusty.
Its existence was short lived.
Just as soon as the Box and Planet appeared, they disappeared.
A rowdy bunch of talking chickens replaced them.
They were planning their escape,
Their escape into the big wide world,
A world outside the confines of the sitting room corner.
They didn’t manage it,
For they were compelled to eternal darkness.
The television was switched off.