Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying
when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying
with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them
and I could continue to poison the daughters and mums.
I was said to be jolly. a nickname reflecting my pleasure
the process to slaughter with nursing, to kill in my leisure.
I loved to watch when they almost were dying and free
them a while just pretending, before they followed my plea.
In the end I was smiling at court and declared to be mad
and now i have aged like none of patients I’m glad.
forever I’m Jane, the jolliest nurse who murdered for fun
among serial killers I survived much better than men.
Today Kim want’s us to do a dramatic monologue poem inspired by Robert Browning’s “The laboratory” at dVerse. I have listened to a lot of podcasts recently while resting my eye, and I came across the terrible story of Jolly Jane at the podcast Criminal. I followed the anapest rhythm (almost) and rhyme scheme of AABB according to Kim’s guidelines.
May 2, 2017