My
Doctor and My Captain
I'm
there.
I see him- my ideal man
with his soft brown hair
swinging in the breeze
He wears a brown pinstripe suit,
Converse
trainers. A kind smile and eyes
haunted by what should not have
been but has...
A heavy trench coat, left undone.
He reaches a
pale, long-fingered hand towards me,
and I reach to take it with
my own
short-fingered platter of a hand. My own hair
is blonde
and straggly, and my smile has
died under years of forbidding from
my peers,
while my chameleon eyes are hidden behind silver
frames.
He takes me and whirls me into
that deceiving box
of his. Take me away from here, away from
the torment of girls in
my year who hate me simply
because I have found sanctuary in
science and fiction...
Across space and the same time, we land in
Cardiff. A small
Hub below the surface to be precise.
A man,
dark-brown hair swept slightly to one side, and
plain black
suspenders almost invisible on his navy-blue shirt.
A small 'V' of
his white t-shirt is visible. I giggle
as he talks to me. A name
from 51st-century America-
Jack. Common, but welcome all the
same.
"...and here it could suggest a feeling
of
abandonment."
I snap back to the harshness of reality.
English.
My best lesson,
although today I just want a baseball
bat.
I'm so content in that world I was before, I anger
when
wrenched from the security.
Miss Baker, drawling on over a
poem
I don't feel like caring about today. The girl beside
me,
Tola, the only other sane person in the room
other than me
and Baker. I turn and take an unintended
count; I am one of five
of about twenty-eight
with a 'whiteness' about me.
We have
to leave the lesson now,
for break, and I feel a sense of
someone
watching me.
I look back from my desk as others rush to
leave the room,
I gaze about the empty space, welcome in the
gloom.
For a moment, I feel like they are watching me,
For a
moment, I know where they might be.
I turn and leave the room,
a rare smile on
my damask'd lips, knowing that I am not alone
after all.
Now it's just me and my favourite men;
The Doctor
and Captain Jack.
My favourite men who keep me sane...
But they
don't exist.