Eleanor Nightingale

Eleanor Nightingale

Dylan Chase James

Eleanor had lived through a century or more,
Her lantern shone brightly when Britain was at war,
In the Great War fatalities, wounded, there were many,
Eleanor worked around the clock and never earned a penny.

Eleanor tended to those far from her heart,
When patients got too close it was time to depart,
Her lovers flailing hand, why she tore it away,
The lanterns flame flickered, orange fade to grey.

And for some wretched reason when feelings were involved,
Cracks would appear that could not be resolved,
Her skills slipped away with the souls of mounting dead,
Eleanor passed on to another patients bed.

The soldier in love with her, cried out her name,
“Please do not leave me here and put me to shame!"
His heart bruised and broken she turned away from him,
Cold in the shadows, the lantern light grew dim.

Reviews

[JanieB]

Superb!