Charms.
I don’t have good luck charms,
I have remember charms.
As in,
Remember you have to drink water.
Remember to feed yourself more than once a day.
Remember you’re valid.
Those kind of charms.
Remember you’re a person.
Remember you’re human.
Remember you can start again as many times as it takes to be happy.
Remember your whimsy.
Remember what you’ve created.
Remember when you were so happy you thought “Yeah I’d be my friend”.
Remember what Ev said?
Remember to fight your nightmares,
Remember logic when you’re lost,
Remember your therapist said this was fine.
Remember on your darkest nights your reality is just a twisted shadow of what sits there in the light.
Remember the voices lie.
Remember if you go Curtis goes too.
Remember the pin wheel isn’t spinning anymore.
Remember when your friend talked the life back into you?
Remember?
Remember you love that you love so much.
Remember your way to Dream.
Remember this is your house, you’re safe to make as many mistakes as you want in the comfort of your own company.
Remember how you learned to say no.
Remember you are worth all of your time.
I’m wearing so many charms that I ring when I walk.
I’m wearing so many charms that I sing when I talk.
There are whole discussions under my eyes,
Remember?
I wear my past,
My present,
And my future around my neck
In case I forget
To live where I am,
And not too much in my head.
But remember that’s where you get the best ideas.
So remember always one foot in the clouds.
Remember the spyglass you keep by your side, because little you wants to look too.
Remember little you is proud.
Remember you are who little you needs.
Remember you’re living for both of us.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Away.
I awake this morning,
Far into spring,
To see that in
The softest light of day,
You have danced
Without worry
Upon the creeping mosses of my garden.
Danced,
As some Good Folk do,
Leaving the gentle wild in your wake.
The dandelions about my feet
Hold tenderly this golden hour.
Each of them a wonder
All its own.
How my home
Does now glitter with it.
I stare into their brilliance
And see upon the rays
A gentle hope.
Without worry.
They whisper in sunlight
And it is dazzling.
They sing to me stories
Of so fantastic a place,
That I,
Enraptured,
Can do naught but willingly go.
– Essie Parker Walsh
April Showers.
Spring celebrates itself each April,
And each April,
I amble through this spectacle of new life in awe of it’s daring.
A cool wind blows the delicate pink blossoms from the trees.
It carries on the breeze,
And skips down the road.
From the bridge it rains down into the river,
And dances atop the surface of a new world.
The gentle chaos of spring seeps into my skin
And I could weep at my own strength in this moment.
– Essie Parker Walsh
A Promise Always Kept.
The sun was today a god of old
Painted in light and singing of good harvest.
He tore across the sky in his chariot,
The end of winter grasping at the harmony of his rays.
A pursuit eternal.
Winter falls behind today,
And so I shall join the chorus.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Would You Like That?
Imagine for a moment that
We were all the same.
Billions of lives repeating,
What knowledge would you gain?
– Essie Parker Walsh
The Autumn Chorus.
Undress yourself.
Shed your millions
About mine.
Let your melody
Of red and gold
Fall gracefully
From your embrace.
I’ll sing your song
As we step together
For one final dance.
Now repose,
And paint yourself eternal.
– Essie Parker Walsh
The River Dream.
Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Sail the River Dream kindly.
Or the threads of fate which bind your craft,
Will snap under the weight o’ your pride.
Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Drop anchor where’er you please.
Fill your chalice with a thousand thoughts
Of whimsy, not with greed.
Oh Captain of your patchwork ship,
Cast your line out far and wide.
Settle not for an easy catch,
When the kraken fears thy name
– Essie Parker Walsh
Cryptid.
There’s a demon in the woods
Made of ink and dust,
Held together by songs and fancies.
It hunts in the day,
It riddles at night,
And at the ebbing it crows and dances.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Homework.
I,
By definition,
Am fantastic.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Puddles In February.
Storm after storm
Has left this
Lullaby
Waterlogged.
Though as the sun
Fights through the clouds,
These puddles
Turn to crystal,
And even the mud
Has wealth.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Yggdrasil.
My friend,
Transcend
Above the blades
In the shadow
Of the old
Ash Tree.
Set thine eyes
On distant skies,
And watch them
Fall away.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Let’s Pretend.
Let’s pretend
That you and I
Are far away from
Here.
Instead of late nights
In office lights,
Instead of walking
Among the dead,
Let’s walk among
The giants,
Among trolls,
Among the old gods.
Let’s find ourselves
In outstanding beauty.
Let’s talk about
Music
Whilst we listen
To the earth.
Let’s drink tea
At the edge of the world
And forget what lies
Behind us.
Let’s fall asleep under the
Dancing lights.
Let’s pretend for a while,
That it’s just
You
And I
And this.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Hen Cloud.
Should mine eyes fall upon thy stony face,
Plainly I would see heather in bloom.
Even the hardest souls have their delicate ways.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Chasing Daydreams.
My mind is adorned with weeds,
Rogue thoughts most people
Stamp out.
Not me,
For I myself am wild.
I feed such strange distractions.
With all their strength
And determination
To display so proudly
Their own extravagance,
It would be a great dishonour
Upon myself
Should I not allow them
To reach their crescendo.
Don’t you think?
– Essie Parker Walsh
Sunday By The Sea.
I want to lie down by the sea,
And fade into the sound of the surf.
I want to bury my hands in the sand,
And feel the grains on the tips of my fingers.
I want to stare into infinity,
And let my soul swim in its endless bounty.
I want to breathe in this freedom,
And let the gulls steal away with my silence.
I want to stay here a while,
Blissfully invisible.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Of Oranges And Barley.
I see you all
Stood side by side,
So perfectly
Together.
Bricks and mortar,
Grains and water,
Such is this fortress.
The iron clad door
Held open for all.
‘Not you.’
Not me.
Is it the orange cart?
The voice?
Or is it just
The way I look?
The life I bring
Does not fit in
With yours
You claim
So welcoming.
I wish not to live
Within your walls
Made of such
Hard stone.
But only to bring
My oranges here,
In hope
That you
Might smile.
But no.
It’s too much.
I’m too much.
I’m too much
For you
And your empty halls.
There’s too much
Me in me
For you.
That’s fine.
I’ll take my oranges
North.
What are you hiding from,
In your fort
Built from barley?
– Essie Parker Walsh
The Vala’a Noct Trail.
Your icy touch
With so much ease
Made worse this soul’s
Midwinter freeze
Which has me now
Down on my knees.
But I am brave
Dark thoughts like these
Leak out from all
My once appeased
I know my way
Through raging seas.
I find myself
Among the trees
‘Pon twisted branch
And rustling leaves
Down well-worn trails
And on the breeze.
I find myself.
I’ll find myself.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Frost.
An ethereal frost coats the leaves
Made gold by September’s touch.
To hold it in the sun at this perfect hour
And catch so simple a lustre,
Is the most wealth I’ve ever had the chance to hold
In both my hands
And my eyes.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Lullaby.
A sea of gold
Thine eyes behold,
In the light of the golden sun.
Fingers skip
O’er golden tip,
The golden hour has begun.
Thyself immersed
In the gentle verse,
Of birds by the gentle stream.
Rustling leaves
Upon a gentle breeze,
Gently then we dream.
– Essie Parker Walsh
The Perfectionist.
When poetry stains my porcelain hands,
And ink drips from fingertips,
And restless they do twitch,
My heart will sing in a hundred different colours.
– Essie Parker Walsh
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