Five years old and it’s
A Saturday night
Lights down low
For his programme to start
The music blares out
The face appears
The blue box flies
Materialises on earth
The little boy watches
Awestruck he is
As the doors open
And the Doctor appears
Another adventure
Fighting monsters
As the boy sinks
In the chair
Then it happens
The cybermen come
Scaring this boy
But loving it still
He jumps with a start
His dad does laugh
Don’t be scared, he’s
Hiding behind the sofa
Then it ends
The boy is sad
Imagination full
Off to bed with his dreams
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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