It was infectious

It was infectious

A contagion

Rippling through the room

A rush of immense power

Sending people down to their knees

Hunched in apoplexy

Doubled over, disabled

Debilitated, contorted

Everyone touched by the same impulse

Unable to resist the hysteria

Helpless, in spite of themselves

The urge to discard etiquette

Trumping carefully prepared

Personas

Erudite strangers disarmed

Professional demeanour

Stripped away

Holding hands

Falling together

Prisoners of circumstance

In emotional proximity

Control wrested

By the unique timber

The undulating roll

Evolving into an

Earthy sensuality

Captivatingly innocent

Impossibly redeeming

A unifying pleasure

‘You say you’re Doctor Who?!’

The priceless presence

Of her belly laughter

The love in it

Filling the air

A hospice never felt

So much like home

We were all her children