The night nurse is the soft-voiced one
whose silhouette is dim,
flitting fuzzy-bodied and felt-winged
from bed to bed, pausing to observe
the forms of sleepers,
watch for signs of pain,
listening to rise and fall of breath:
the latest in a long,
long line of Nightingales,
in cancer wards light years removed
from gore and gangrene tents,
Usku Dar, a senseless war,
the hapless wounded of Crimea -
cavalry, dragoon and fusilier...
Night nurse
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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