Scutari, November 4th
Eighteen fifty-four,
The day when Florence Nightingale
Arrived to fight her war.
On the 5th at Inkerman
A battle fierce took place,
Act three of the Crimean
Its wounded she must face.
The British lost six hundred
Three times that number hurt,
Taken to Scutari
And an angel in a skirt.
"In dreary hospitals of pain" *
Amidst infection rife,
Amidst the filth and wanting
She fought the fight for life.
She fought so soldiers injured
By cannon, gun and sword,
Need fear no microscopic foe
Might kill them on her ward.
From her Turkish lantern fell
A gentle, calming light,
Yet mighty as a beacon
It blazed upon men's plight.
Her legacy undying
Cannot be over praised,
Through her sense of rightfulness
The hopes for all were raised.
From her Turkish lantern fell
A light which could not start,
To match the mighty glow that shone
Outwith her gentle heart.
*from "Santa Filomena" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Comments
Silver Spun Sand | March 22, 2010 - 14:28
This is beautiful, David. As a child, I was fascinated by the life of and work of Florence Nightingale. Still am.
My favourite stanza:-
"From her Turkish lantern fell
A gentle, calming light,
Yet mighty as a beacon
It blazed upon men's plight."
A wonderful take on the I.P.
Tina ;-)xx
kheldar | March 22, 2010 - 16:06
Thank you so much for that Tina, the fact you were previously interested in her makes your comment all the more rewarding.
david xx :--)
MistakenMagic | March 22, 2010 - 16:44
I can still recall a lesson I did on Florence Nightingale when I was seven years old - and this poem has brought it all flooding back, David! Really lovely images and superb rhythm throughout! Well done ;)
Magic xxx
kheldar | March 22, 2010 - 17:36
Thanks so very much Rebecca, for reading and for commenting so kindly.
David xx :--)