Nurse Hatchet – Poetry by Carl “Papa” Palmer

Adorably Horror Series – Carl “Papa” Palmer

Nurse Hatchet

The Florence Nightingale costume
red splattered with face paint blood
from Halloween makeup tubes
arranged on the bathroom sink.

Mom transforms the clear skin
of her lovely daughter into
the ghastly green complexion
of the dreaded Nurse Hatchet.

The pre-teen soft voice altered by
the concealed electronic box
issues Darth Vader’s whispering rasp
bringing unease to each household adult
cautiously filling her request and quickly
closing the door.

As she turns to leave, fellow ghosts and
goblins open a wide path for the nurse’s
departure, Hatchet feeling her power
to frighten all neighbors on this night.

While checking her stash of goodies,
finding herself alone past the corner
before the cul-de-sac of unlit houses,
she hears a low moan and looks back.

Her knees lose strength, frozen with fear,
too frightened to scream,
as the tall masked monk approaches
and calls out her name
in Daddy’s laughing voice.


Poet:

Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer.

Carl is a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and Micro Award nominee.

PAPA’s MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!

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