This blue police box
Appeared upon
My step
Where did it come from?
Who put it there?
I do not know
But whilst it seems
So small compared
To its surrounds
They say, don’t they,
It’s bigger on the inside
I wonder what
I’d find within
If only I
Could find a way
To open up
Its doors
It’s true, I opened up my fits to find the TARDIS on my doorstep. Quite surreal.
(28.06.22)
© Ben Quant 2022
I possess a thousand faces
That’s one for every relationship
One for each time and mood and place
The one you know me by is not
The one recognised by my wife
Or friends or even enemies
The one I wear today is not
The same as yesterday, not quite
Experience has shaped, eroded,
And flexed it, making something new
But which of these is really me?
Are they all? Or none at all?
Is there throughout an essential core
Coded within, like human rock?
Or am I simply jetsam, washed
About by random tides of life
The announcement of the new Doctor got me thinking about the different faces we all wear.
(10.05.22)
© Ben Quant 2022
It’s bigger on the inside
Each visitor exclaims
When entering the Tardis
That Time Lord miracle
Too quickly we dismiss this
As simply science fiction
The stuff of story not
Real life as we know it
But sorry, that’s nonsense
Just stop and think a while
Someone created all
Within that universe
This universe of wonders
They held within their mind
Compressed, proving the point
It’s bigger on the inside
The creative capacity of the human brain will never cease to marvel me. How can something so small be at the same time so vast.
(06.03.22)
© Ben Quant 2022
Ode for the Day 