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
Tag: nature
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
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