A Pleasant Surprise

Yesterday evening I sat at my desk

to write some thoughts on ‘Serendipity’

’twas a challenge a dear friend had bequest

so it had to be worthy and witty.

My Sharpie lingered; the page stared blankly

as my eyes wandered across the blue room.

They gazed upon my Whovian family

and so my first sonnet began to bloom.

But when a writer begins their writing;

hidden metaphors begin to appear;

words start to link up, and start creating

a sonnet, that wasn’t meant to be here.

Heed this poets call; follow what you see

Alas, it could be… Serendipity!