Mrs Nichols anniversary

[Pcdunn]

Thanks for sharing Pat! Beautiful.

Thank you, Tristan.

I wrote a poem for each of the canonical five victims, and posted them in the Creative Writing area. Thought maybe a repost was appropriate, since it's been a long time now

[Losmandris]

Whitechapel Eulogy: Bucks Row

09-07-2015, 08:42 PM
EULOGY FOR MARY ANN NICHOLS

Poor Polly...
This life's a wretched one,
Far from the one you were born to,
When you were a daughter and a sister.
Not the one you chose, as a wife and mother,
Nor even the decent life of a servant, with work and keep...

T'was the drinking that stole them all from you,
Your husband said you left them, kept the boy from you,
Spared no thought or mercy for you, let you drop among the unfortunates,
Cared no more for Mary Ann.

Now the drink is all you have-- friend, family, comforter,
The only medicine for your daily pain,
The thing that soothes your humiliation of working
For your doss-money amid the crowds of men...

Still, you kept on hoping, Polly dear,
Expecting your luck to turn.
As you said, that final night,
You had a "jolly bonnet"--
It was bound to turn out right.

Peace to you, Mary Ann Nichols, left alone
On a deserted street,
Bleeding in the gutter,
May we continue to recall your plight--
And seek your killer.

-- by Pat D.

Thanks for sharing Pat! Beautiful.

[Pcdunn]

Whitechapel Eulogy: Bucks Row

09-07-2015, 08:42 PM
EULOGY FOR MARY ANN NICHOLS

Poor Polly...
This life's a wretched one,
Far from the one you were born to,
When you were a daughter and a sister.
Not the one you chose, as a wife and mother,
Nor even the decent life of a servant, with work and keep...

T'was the drinking that stole them all from you,
Your husband said you left them, kept the boy from you,
Spared no thought or mercy for you, let you drop among the unfortunates,
Cared no more for Mary Ann.

Now the drink is all you have-- friend, family, comforter,
The only medicine for your daily pain,
The thing that soothes your humiliation of working
For your doss-money amid the crowds of men...

Still, you kept on hoping, Polly dear,
Expecting your luck to turn.
As you said, that final night,
You had a "jolly bonnet"--
It was bound to turn out right.

Peace to you, Mary Ann Nichols, left alone
On a deserted street,
Bleeding in the gutter,
May we continue to recall your plight--
And seek your killer.

-- by Pat D.

[Harry D]

It's grim to think that these women have only been immortalised by crossing paths with a notorious serial killer. Had this never happened, their names would've been lost to the mists of time.

[drstrange169]

It's that time of year again, to spend some time thinking of her.