'Thoughts On A Clock' by Eric Ritchie Junior & Ken Moss

The Poetry of Doctor Who #10
A scrap of poem found in a Christmas cracker in 'Doctor Who: The Time of the Doctor' written by Steven Moffat, reconstructed and read by Ken Moss.
'Song For Four/Home' by Murray Gold
The adventure starts at one, the universe waits for you,
Open the box, therein discover stories old and new.
Those first minutes they were cautious, rewriting not one line,
The hour wore thin and friends looked on as lives did intertwine.
Time ticked by and all too soon the face was showing two,
Renewed and strange and yet the chime was reassuring you.
Seconds passed like a carefree hobo running all the while,
But freedom is only temporary when sentence follows a trial.
Three brought a spearhead of colourful flair,
Masterly schemes, a dandy debonair.
Down to Earth units of timely advice,
Returned stolen moments would come at a price.
Four’s Bohemian style skipped in,
Sweet little children and a winning grin.
Segments of time with a girl’s best friend,
While a mortal foe prepared for the end.
Five fell upon us with a pleasant open face,
For interesting travels in time and in space,
Brave-hearted sacrifice, a young woman’s boon
And the bell struck again not a moment too soon.
Six arrived brightly, so bold and so proud,
Chiming eloquently, clear, firm and loud.
Unwanted hiatus meant momentum faltered,
Times change and the clock face inevitably altered.
Seven, a mystery, a champion of time,
Scheming yet playful, a juggler and mime.
Broad new adventures that many wouldn’t dare,
Over in a shot, the ending laid bare.
Eight passed by quickly with style and with grace,
The blink of an eye that saved the human race.
A healing physician that gave way to war,
Showing us a life that we had never known before.
Nine rose out of fire and of flame,
A moment filled with consequential blame.
The mark of a wolf in time time saved the day,
And the hands soon indicated change was on the way.
Ten was double quick, four beats to the bar,
Crisis averted, yet a victory too far,
The sound of drums heralded faces from the past,
No one wants to go when time speeds by so fast.
Eleven like a madman, a question in plain sight,
Unconventional food and a curious crack of light,
A river running through it, a final Christmas morn,
Confusing times for all concerned, a young-old man reborn.
And now it’s time for one last bow,
Like all your other selves.
Eleven’s hour is over now,
The clock is striking Twelve’s.

[@Dominic24256]

Great job love it actually recognized most of the events

[@leerowe7815]

This is absolutely amazing

[@DirectorWho1]

Thanks Lee!

[@havinfunfallin9458]

I just keep listening to this it’s amazing

[@DirectorWho1]

Thanks for the compliment! Done purely for pleasure as part of a lockdown project but it even made it onto a BBC Radio broadcast!

[@omsh6000]

“Eleven’s hour is over the clock is striking twelve”
Clara Oswald

[@AlienWacker]

My God that's creative!!!!

[@DirectorWho1]

Thank you! It was inspired by all the other poems in Doctor Who and it seemed a shame to leave it out, but at only two lines it wouldn't have made much of a recording, hence me writing the rest of it ;-)

[@ItBeKyo]

I love listening to this reading. Not only is the poem well written, but your voice is perfect for it. Kinda wish more Who fans would see this

[@DirectorWho1]

That’s extremely kind of you! I wrote and produced this during lockdown and it was broadcast of BBC Radio but feel free to share!

[@ItBeKyo]

@@DirectorWho1 no problem! I've definitely shared it around and will probably continue to, haha

[@MoodKapProductions]

"Five fell upon us..."
I just got what you did there

[@DirectorWho1]

Every line in this refers to specific events or phrases associated with each Doctor :-)

[@MoodKapProductions]

@@DirectorWho1 I just feel kinda dumb because I got the other ones first time through

[@christopherwilliams5130]

This is great