I ache to be lost in the serenity
Of late summer.
When everything is coming to rest,
But that one final bloom
Upon the peaks of Derbyshire.
A moment in time
As fleeting as the hope I have
That today will be the day
I meet you on the hill.
And of corse,
Before I dry my hair,
The reality of me
Fractures my mind.
The smile on my face
Cracks
Then breaks
From the weight of unattainable joy.
My morning shatters about my feet,
And I follow.
I cannot meet you on the hill.
Not today.
– Essie Parker Walsh
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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
When I Say I Am Lonely.
I finally understand that
When I say I am lonely,
I mean that I feel distant
From the part of myself
That keeps me breathing,
And I am scared.
There’s not enough
Me
In me.
The outside is getting in,
I feel it’s weight in my arms.
My smile falls like lead
And takes me down with it.
I’ve lost myself again.
– Essie Parker Walsh
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