Silent Sentils stand around your Sacred Northern Mound, as Venus chases the Rising Sun across the sleeping night sky. And you and I, my Love? There is no reason. There is no rhyme as to why your hallowed ground is not mine, nor mine yours. Perhaps you will never find the place the West Wind blows, or the Magic the Goddess bestows from Her Southern Tor…
Star crossed Lovers dance across eternity.
You are the Dreamer, the Searcher and Seeker.
Wanting to explore the soft shores of love.
But fear, like the Moon, pulls the lost and lonely.
Your heart beats like the ebb tide of a turbulent sea.
I feel you receding, until the need in you brings you home to me.
Eily Nash ~2021
“I knew these people…once…It was a long time ago…”
She looked like she needed to talk, some fragmented ghost of a memory rattling around the caverns of her mind seeking to find a voice. So I pulled up a chair and sat down beside her and prepared to listen. After all, it is what I do. Listen. I listen a lot. People tell me things, always have. Seems to come from nowhere, the torrent of words, the secrets and the shames. I never judge. That is for the Man above not me.
A waiter came over. Smartly dressed with slicked back black hair, just a hint of grey kissing his temples and a smile that reached his rich brown eyes. I noted he was deferential without being subservient, in a very European way. I liked him and resolved to leave him a good tip. I saw he liked her, a lot. Did she like him? It was difficult to tell. There was a story hiding behind his smile, but that would be for another time. Right now was her time. She had something to say and I had a strong intuition I needed to hear it.
I ordered a pot of English Breakfast Tea, toast and marmalade, “Make that for two, please,” I glanced at her and she nodded her approval at him.
“Très bon,” he rewarded us both with a smile, hiding just a soupçon of merriment. This man did not take life too seriously at all. He really was very handsome and as he walked away a delicious hint of citrus and spice lingered in the air.
“Mmm,” I sniffed appreciatively “Do I detect patchouli and sandalwood?”
“Indeed you do. Top notes and base notes. Quite enticing, isn’t it? Clive Christian 1872,” she replied with authority and I wondered if she was the one who had gifted him a very fine bottle of cologne.
We sat in comfortable companionship in the beautiful glass roofed Courtyard. Soft pink stucco walls wrapped the restaurant with the elegance of a bygone age. She asked me if this was my first visit to the Wallace Collection. I smiled and told her I often came here to Hertford House and take yet another admiring stroll through the sumptuous rooms of the museum, admiring the works of fine art, especially paintings depicting angels. I told her my Mother had first brought me here as a little girl.
Ganet the Elder (fl. 1871 – 1883)
“Love Triumphant” ~Taken at the Wallace Collection
“Mummy are Angels just make believe or are they really real like the elves with their black patent shoes with big silver buckles and fairies with their gossamer wings in my big picture book?” I had made earnest enquiries.
“Indeed they are Evie,” Mummy had replied, “Would you like to see the lovely paintings of the Angels in Hertford House? We shall look at suits of armour and you can see for yourself knights who protected princesses were very real too! We shall have tea and toast and yummy jam when we finish. ”
My Mother always had a special way of making the most magical things sound a natural part of everyday life. I missed her and gazing at my elegant companion momentarily wondered would Mummy have looked just like her if the sickness had not came and took her away much too soon. Would we be sitting here now recalling my delight at the moment I had gazed on the beautiful paintings of Lords and Ladies of long ago. Entranced by the many treasures housed in the Wallace Collection, I had moved from one sumptuous and ornate gallery to the next, each filled with armour, fine porcelain, ornate snuffboxes and gorgeous fireplaces and rococo chandeliers. And I had seen the Angels. And I had believed.
I saw I was under close scrutiny, “I like it here,” I told her, “ I like it a lot. It’s been a long love affair,” I said.
She smiled and told me she loved it too, had been visiting the imposing Georgian house, standing proudly on London’s Manchester Square, for as long as she could remember. She said that she loved the Gainsborough’s and Fragonard’s. She smiled in appreciation as she divulged her favourite painting and said she found Scheffer’s “The Ghosts of Paolo and Francesca Appear to Dante and Virgil” hauntingly beautiful. She said it made her cry. She told me she hugely admired the serenity of Velázquez’s black veiled beauty “The Lady with a Fan” and shared she was intrigued by sculptures depicting veiled beauties. She wondered if Raffaele Monti’s emotive statuette really depicted a Circassian slave? Perhaps, she postulated, she was truly free and her beautiful veiled countenance was an allegory for her seeing ‘beyond the veil’ into numinous realms. She said her name was Evelyn and she had a town house close by in Crawford Street, she was a Writer and she was glad of my company. A lot of words as one would expect, but not what she really needed to say.
I shivered involuntarily. Crawford Street was a place I knew well, having grown up in an elegant stucco fronted Georgian house. In different circumstances I would be living there now, but for the premature loss of my darling Mother. That house held many happy memories and I had vowed one day to return, that it would be my home again. Meeting Evelyn was proving to be more than a touch synchronistic.
Our tea and toast arrived.
“Those people…?” I tried to engage her to take my mind away from wandering down dark avenues from the past.
I poured tea, fragrant with freshly pressed leaves, from a pewter pot into our cups and she added the milk and sugar. The toast was good. I ladled on rich yellow butter and a generous helping of deliciously bitter marmalade and as I savoured the flavours I waited for her to speak. You can have an intuition on what they may say, sometimes hear the words before they actually speak them. Then when they do speak, the emotions come in, sometimes softly flowing, sometimes a tidal wave. And I have it all hitting me, sometimes it’s hard to remain inscrutable, to just listen. But it is about them, not me, so they never know I have eyes that look into their distant pasts and possible futures, their right here, right now’s or just how much I know…
She was different. Looking at me quizzically with intelligent eyes, and with a start I realised she was reading me reading her. A feint smile. I winked at her, knowingly. We laughed conspiratorially.
Sunlight, delicately streaming through the glass roof caught her hair. Cool blonde with strands of silver pulled off her face by a black velvet band. A woman of a certain age, but what that age was I would be hard pressed to say. Quietly understated elegance. She wore pearl earrings. Beautiful pearls, soft as moonlight. I admired them.
“Indeed yes, they are beautiful. Tears from the moon.” Her eyes misted. I reached over and covered her hand with mine. A simple gesture, speaks more eloquently and deeply than words ever can. She had long slim fingers tipped with manicured nails varnished the colour of her pale pink pearls. Her hand was surprisingly cold.
“Those people…” I encouraged, knowing the earrings held the key to her story, as did love. Was it lost, unrequited, had her heart been broken or did she carry the heavy weight of human frailty having inflicted pain and hurt on another? I munched my toast waiting for her to reply. The toast here is really very good. My reward for patience just a flicker behind her grey eyes, a wry smile and the deafening sound of silence. Perhaps a guilty conscience lay behind her insouciance? I truly hoped not.
Suddenly I had a very strong desire to know and held her gaze searchingly. I saw the relief in her face as the waiter returned with a fresh pot of tea and she took the opportunity to slip her hand away from mine, the shutters were down. The moment had passed. I got she was uncomfortable with my touch, the warmth of another human reaching out to her. I wasn’t sure if she would tell me her story, or keep her secrets to be shared only with the ghost living in the caverns of her mind. With a start, I realised I could not read her, looking into her eyes all I saw was myself looking back, my pale pink pearls catching rainbows of light as the sun danced through the atrium.
She may well have a lifetime of stories to tell, but I was going to have to live them before Evelyn shared our secrets with me, Evie…
© Eily Nash 2016
I’d like to share for your delectable delight some smoky hot words from the pen of my talented Texan friend & writer, Randy … Enjoy!
I met a gipsy woman
Who lit a flame inside my heart
Which soon became a fire
That raged both day & night
She said her name was Scarlet
In a sexy velvet voice
Then she sang a song so sweet
My soul began to melt
Scarlet Fire
Red hot desire
Take me higher
Into your fire 🔥
✍️🥀 Randall Wiley
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My favourite vocal Artist, the sexy and sultry Chanteuse, Penny from Penny’s Scar is also an accomplished poet. I am privileged she has let Edendene Books host her work. Enjoy 🌹🖤
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It is my absolute pleasure to welcome back to EdenDene Books one of my favourite Artists, the beautiful and talented Penny from Penny’s Scar. Her voice transports me to a special place, her vocals are sultry, soft, sexy and lush.Her songs, deep, meaningful, mysterious and touch both heart and soul. Listen for yourself and hear and feel the magic that is Penny’s Scar.
Penny’s Scar © 2019
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I am so happy to share a beautiful poem from my friend and amazingly talented singer, Penny from Penny’s Scar.
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I am hugely gratefully to Penny from Penny’s Scar to share her work here on EdenDene Books. This song is one of Penny’s own favourites. It is lovely!
Lyrics ~
I’m gonna fall into your arms feel my body sway
Tasting your heart you hypnotize me
I wanna touch the sweetest part deep down inside
Where you fall apart and just let go
Feel all of me will you remember this night you and me
Scream with me I wanna hear what your thinking
All that you need
Feel all of me well the desire keeps me needing you and me
I’m gonna fall right next to you so I can feel your thoughts
What you wanna do
What you wanna do
I wanna watch you when you let go all those pretty things
Mesmerizing me the way you do
Feel all of me will you remember this night you and me
Scream with me I wanna hear what your thinking
All that you need
Feel all of me well the desire keeps me needing you and me
I’m gonna talk a little more just enough to say how was your day Come here my love
I wanna fall into your arms just melt the night away
Hold you close
Hold you close
Feel all of me will you remember this night you and me
Scream with me I wanna hear what your thinking
All that you need
Feel all of me well the desire keeps me needing you and me
Words/music
Penny’s Scar © 2019
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‘Why did my Prince leave me so?’ I searched the sky, looking for reasons why.
The Stars, one by one, put out their Light and tears fell from the Moon.
‘Princess, it is not for us to tell,’ whispered the West wind.
And I?
Shrouded in a blanket of the dark heart of night, could only cry.
For my Sin in loving him…
Still💔
Eily Nash~2020
The mystery and magic of She who holds the keys of night began to unfold as my words delicately caressed her fragrant skin.
Black velvet robe falling to the floor, she brought me to my knees and pulled me in deeper, deeper to swim in seas of sensuality.
Enticed, enchanted, charmed …
I fell under my own spell, for that Witch of mine, she knew me well. In her eyes and in her arms I found both the agonies and ecstasies of heaven and hell.
Eily Nash ~2021
Lightening strikes suddenly. Monochrome skies watch over an angry broiling sea.
Silent screams seek release but who to tell, who to hear?
Who to care, who to share?
Turbulent breakers pounding against unfeeling granite rock create endless emotional storms.
If only you would hear my voice, still yourself to hear the wisdom of the West wind…
Let the storm brew and blow. Throughout life storms come and go.
Look at the beauty within each tiny grain of golden sand. Each was once battered and broken by angry waves. Now they glisten in sunlight and bathed by moonlight, soothe the restless ebb tide of the sea.
The beauty of serene sandy shores formed once the silent scream made the choice to shout.
Eily Nash (2021)
My thoughts, they dance like birds on the wing and fly. High, high they soar into the deep blue sky.
A Dove calls to you, ‘Rise above the dark, grimy pain, tethering you to the Earth, my Love. Ride the wind, kissed by the warmth of the Sun.’
I send a white feather floating down, bringing you the pure essence of perfect Peace.
A new day has begun.
Eily Nash ~2021
She was a Writer, weaving stories around the emotions she read in others. He was a charming enigma. Eyes, deep as the cold North sea. She searched their dark depths, looking for answers but chose to leave her unasked question hanging in the air.
Who or what had poisoned his heart to love? Would he tell? She doubted that. A mystery she would have to unravel, as with a greedy ear she anticipated listening to the tales he may or may not share.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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He walked away from the girl who danced by the Light of the Moon. A heart lost to Winter finds warmth in brittle Sunlight smiling on cold snow. She was Beltane fire, bringing the promise of Spring, but could not melt the ice in his Soul.
When a painting touches the soul for the very first time, how it lingers like a lover’s kiss in the caverns of the mind…
Two Sapphos, two artists (Miguel Carbonell Selva & Charles Auguste Mengin), one story…
Which is more compelling in depicting the raw emotion of a woman on the edge of reason? Which one embodies the woman behind the myth?
I have been unable to find out if either Mengin’s brooding or Selva’s sultry depictions of Sappho were posed by models. Did either have a real flesh and blood ‘Muse’ or was ‘She’ a composite formed in the mind’s eye?.
Perhaps Sappho stepped out of the mists of time and into their psyches to be immortalised on canvas?
Could an alluring voice from the past carry such power?
Questions, questions…
Mengin, for me, has captured an ‘essence’ that is soulful, deep and moody, those dark eyes! What secrets do they hide? What knowledge, what pain. I am intrigued.
Here are her own words, translated from Greek.
The poem is titled ‘Lonelieness’
Set are the Pleiades; the Moon is down And midnight dark on high. The hours, the hours, drift by, And here I lie, Alone
Those words echo from antiquity and are as relevant today.
Art, speaks the language of the soul, feelings. I posit that is why we have a strong emotional reaction to beauty on a visceral level. Some ‘knowing’ lays far beyond that which words alone can convey.
The Lady is indeed beguiling, both her myth and mystery still speak to modern minds. After seeing Sappho for the first time at Manchester Art Gallery:-
“I think it was the look. The mystique. The eyes and the draw that reminded me of someone I once knew. Yes, I read about her exploits in her life, but safe to say I couldn’t escape those eyes ! Did she jump or didn’t she? There were a few bits of art there in the Gallery, with her not so naked. All with the same follow me eyes. And I shamefully did. For a while. She got me.”
A.N on his encounter with Mengin’s Sappho
What did Sappho’s paintings say to speak so deeply to capture and captivate those who gaze into deeply hypnotic eyes?
‘What do you see in me, that is in you too?’
I could be wrong. My fanciful question is purely rhetorical. Perhaps she said nothing at all.
The story behind the imagery is a legend that she committed suicide by leaping from the Leucadian cliffs over the unrequited love of a beautiful ferryman named Phaon.
I did some research. There is no historical evidence for this legend, rather scholarly thought suggests that she lived to old age. A less romanticised outcome to the visual narrative of both of the Artists.
Perhaps Sappho once stood on the precipice of her own unquiet thoughts and contemplated annihilation in the way that afflicts those of artistic temperament. Felt the pain and then stepped back from the edge. I am sure we have all been there. We have all felt pain, been hurt, caused hurt. It is part of the human condition. What we do with this understanding will either break or elevate us to a higher plane of ‘knowing’, understanding and integration of the ‘self’.
Just a thought…
To create, be it art, music, poetry, literature, they are all languages that speak from and to the soul.
I would suggest that an artist is ‘hard wired’ to feel deeply, to understand depth psychology in both self and others and face existentialist crisis head on. To see beauty in pain.
To stand on a precipice as Sappho did, and look deep into the abyss yet also reach up and touch heaven.
…and therein maybe just, there lies salvation …
Eily Nash (2021)
For further reading, I highly recommend this very interesting article by Joshua J Mark from World History Encyclopaedia https://www.worldhistory.org/Sappho_of_Lesbos/
Sappho by Charles Mengin and Death of Sappho by Miguel Carbonell Selva via Wikimedia
The Winter sun hung low in the sky, tantalisingly bright yet withholding the promise of warmth on the fields below. A murder of crows took to the wing for their last supper before the dusk wrapped a grey blanket over the land. Melisande knew once they returned to roost high in the line of ancient Oak trees it would not be long before night would come riding in. She felt the temperature drop and shivered, pulling her woollen shawl tightly across her thin body. The morrow would arrive with a dressing of hoar frost. Clutching her basket, meagre rations of berries and nuts forlornly rolled around as she made firm strides for home. The barren fields had no more to give and neither did she.
The cottage had seen better days. The interior was a grey as her ragged hair. A motley collection of worn out furniture, table and two wooden chairs, a threadbare armchair before an empty and cold grate. A dirty mirror hung above the mantle. There was no need to clean it, long ago she had stopped caring about the reflection looming back. The lonely ghost of the woman who once was remained trapped behind cobwebs and dust.
Melisande’s bones ached. She longed for warmth, from a lover, a friend, someone who cared. But there was no one. They had all left long ago. She piled applewood logs and kindling into the grate. Reluctantly the fire took, spreading a wan light into the gloomy room. She would make herb tea and maybe try to eat and then sleep, in dreams maybe she would be free, if she could keep bad at bay and the nightmares away. The cawing of crows heralded the coming darkness. She shuddered.
The fire flickered into life, and slowly sipping the soothing tea she stared deeply into the flames, into the past.
It had not always been this way.
Back to vibrant times when she had turned heads, a selfish woman with many married lovers she met at her work in the big city. The cottage in the country was her retreat from the madness and mayhem and greedy life of an investment banker. Treating people badly was her trademark. It didn’t matter, there were plenty more foolish enough to replace the ones she callously discarded.
A tear rolled down her face. In the flames she watched the scene replay as if it were yesterday.
Another party, another drunken, drug fuelled night on the town. Worse for wear she had crawled back to her penthouse. Needing to sleep, but wanting just another drink. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest, she snorted another line of coke. Another pain, gripping her with vicelike intensity. A knock at the door. It is a handsome man. She asks if he wants her body. She is drunk and drugged. He says no. He is Death. He wants her soul. Shocked she slams the door. The next night he returns. Again she slams the door. The third night he returns and tells her I have not come for your soul tonight. I have brought you a gift. It is in this box. As long as you open the box every night at midnight I will not return.
She accepts the box. The handsome man leaves. She begins to fret, death knows where she lives. She moves to the cottage, opening the box at midnight. But still she fears the knock at the door. She thinks back each night to what she lost and what could happen. Every night the crows caw. Many moon-tides pass. Beauty fades; she is old, poor, wizened and lonely. The firewood runs low. Freezing she throws the box onto the fire. Blue sparks. A knock at the door. It is death.
“You said you would not come. I opened the box every night at Midnight. Every single night for the past twenty five years!”
“Yes, but you have now burnt the box. The contents have been destroyed.”
“But there was nothing in the box. It was empty!”
“No, it was full of your fears. Every time you opened it, you let them out. Every time you closed it, you put new ones in.”
“So I have been a prisoner here, of my own making? Trapped by my fear of dying?”
“You should have come when I first called. Happiness awaited you in paradise. But your greed kept you here and then you made yourself a prisoner of your own fears. You have not lived but you have died a thousand times…”
He held out his hand. Melisande walked through the open door. The winter sun hung low in the sky, dawn was breaking and there was the promise of a bright new day.
Eily Nash (2020)
We were perfectly imperfect lovers, lost on a cosmic sea
We were the tempest and the storm, the calm of dawn and early morn
We were midnight rainbows and the Moon dancing with the Sun
We were the wisdom of the ages and the innocence of the newborn
We were celestial constellations and simple Starfish on the beach
We created a special kind of magic no one but us could see
We were perfectly imperfect lovers, bound together through eternity
Eily Nash (2021)
There once was a Secret Garden filled with beautiful blooms of every colour and hue, ruby reds, yellow, purple, orange, pink and blue filled every flowerbed.
Everything from delicate Daisies to strong Sunflowers thrived in the rich dark earth everywhere. Bluebells, Freesias, Lilies, Jasmine, Honeysuckle and Roses all harmoniously blending into one heavenly perfume. A myriad of intoxicating fragrances filled the air.
There was magic in this special place, kissed by warm Summer rain, caressed by Sunlight and bathed in Moonlight, the Secret Garden created a dance of the senses for those who knew the inter connection of all things and felt the hand of Grace. Honey Bees gathered sweet nectar, birds sang, beetles and ants worked hard, Butterflies and Dragonflies danced.There was a home for everything and all was in perfect balance and harmony. A Secret Garden filled with all that was good, hope, faith, love and serenity.
Until one day the Stranger came.
With jealous eyes he looked through the garden gate, there was no admittance for him there for his heart was filled with hate. Rather than just walk away, the Stranger decided to stay.
With malevolent eyes, he looked to the skies and cursed the Sun as he scattered seeds of hate. His darkness grew and infernal night came riding in. Without the Light from a benevolent Sun and the kiss of soft Moonlight, the garden of love withered and died.
The Stranger smiled, his dark deeds done. If he could not have admittance to the beautiful garden, then no other ever would. He alone would enjoy the seeds he had sown, once they bloomed. Eons passed. He regarded what was now his garden. The ground was barren and bare, not even Bindweed grew.
The Stranger cried out into the darkness ‘Why does my garden not grow?’
A soft voice answered ‘Love cannot grow from seeds of hate.’
Understanding tore through his rigid body, a lightening bolt of realisation. He closed his eyes and began to cry. A blinding flash of Light filled the darkened skies. His tears of remorse formed into a pool. A Nightingale began to sing a soft, sweet song. The sound filled the caverns of his empty heart.
Opening his eyes, he saw upon the pool of tears a perfect Lotus Blossom.
And the Stranger understood.
For the rest of his days he walked lightly upon the Earth, tending the garden with deep gratitude. The Sun and Moon poured Blessings and Benedictions upon their Son. No longer a Stranger, he had found his way Home and the garden grew in such beauty that the people came from far and wide. They asked him what was the secret of such a magical place.
Smiling he simply said ‘Love.’
Eily Nash (2021)
I believe music, like poetry, to be gifts of the Soul. There are some creative people who through their creative talents bring magic, healing and love to the World. I am in awe of the sheer beauty of the lovely Penny from Penny’s Scar. The Lady is a Poet, Songwriter and musician. It is my pleasure to share with you some of her work. All her music is free to listen to and also download from Soundclick. Have a listen and immerse yourself in the haunting, mesmerising and sultry tones of Penny’s Scar 🎶
The bridge is down
My heart has found
Another rock to throw
Wispy sounds on the water
Rippling through broken shadows
Kissing time frozen inside
Which way do I go
Midnight coming
Slowly takes the pain away
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I saw behind the strength of the man, the kindness, love and care he gave to others, but rarely to himself.
I saw deep.
I saw the hurt child within.
My heart cried in pain for him, what had been, all he had seen.
I called upon the Sun & Moon to shine their Celestial Light upon the darkness that cast a shadow over his life.
Reaching out friendship’s hand, I bid him leave his worries and concerns. They could wait another day.
Time now to be carefree and just play.
Seeing the reticence in his eyes, I smiled and reassured, as my own inner child whispered…
‘It’s OK, I know. I hurt too.’
So from the mundane world we walked away and went off to find Starfish on the beach and magic in the forest deep.
If it seems the World has grown ugly, it hasn’t. Earth is full of beauty. People cause the illusion of ugliness by their treatment of others and this precious blue planet, our Home.
The heart of the Great Mother, Gaia, beats to the love song of the Universe.
If only we all heard…
Pale moonlight draped the lonely shore.
A solitary man stood looking out across the warm Aegean sea.
His heart torn. Did he love in vain?
Far away, on the wings of the wind, he heard a yearning, keening, calling….
A Nereid sang a sad lament of star crossed lovers, for Poseidon’s power had pulled her from her Mortal man, down home to a silvery cave beneath the briny deep.
Silence fell.
The man’s tears for a forbidden deity, witnessed only by silent Starfish on the beach.
Eily Nash ~2021
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We break
Hearts ache
For the futility of it all…
Once upon a time
We laughed, we danced
How we flew high!
Then we crashed
Now are burnt
The rivers we cry
Do we remember
The beauty of it all
Before the fall?
Eily Nash ~2021
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Pen dipped in ink
Chasing words
Across rich vellum
Red is the colour
For Empathy of heart
Blending Chakra Blue
Unspoken Feelings
Travelling in thoughts
Across empty space
The Poet writes
Essences of Love
And colours you
Purple
Eily Nash ~2021
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Where did it begin
Journey of the Fool
I do not know …
This Slow fading away
Out beyond the soft tones
Colours and hues of day
Descending to oblivion
Far beyond the comforting
Blanket of night and the
Magic of us, dancing across
Star strewn skies.
An aching need for the Void
To rest in the Soul restoring
Emptiness Of All There Is…
Eily Nash ~2021
You found me playing in the warm shallows, intrigued by my strange beauty, you plucked me from my peaceful shores.
In your hands, I could not breathe. I tried to break free, but thinking you knew me better than I knew myself and what was best for me, you would not let go, and took me far away from the sea that was so much a part of me, to your home upon the land instead…
If only you knew the magic of the Deep, and were not afraid to leave the safety of the shore!
For there is so much more far beyond the horizon than your eyes can see. Maybe then, there would have been a shared life of adventure for you and I.
For some can only walk upon land and some have wings to take to the skies and fly.
And some, like me, can enjoy the gentle kiss of the Sun, caresses of the breeze whilst we rest awhile upon a sandy shore. But for us to live and breathe, we have to slip away from the shallows and gently drift back home to the comfort of the endless mysteries found in the seven Seas.
How I wish you had walked on by on that sun kissed day and left me on the beach!
I shall surely die in the Winter of your cold and captive hands.
For now I know you are unwilling to set me free as you are unable to swim with me.
I shall never truly know what it is like to be who I was meant to be…
A Starfish swimming in the deep blue sea.
Eily Nash ~2021
They look and wonder
At the mystery of us
And we smile
Secret smiles
For who could tell
Of a Love that crossed
The eons and ages of man
All dimensions of time
It is only when night falls
The Truth is revealed…
For the story of you and I
Is written in the ink of eternity
Only the Sky knows of
Gods who walk amongst men
And sit upon Star Strewn thrones.
Eily Nash ~2021
She had a special way with words, knew how to soothe his unquiet Soul. Written in velvet, wrapped in silk, the Truth fell upon his hungry ears. For with a magic touch, the woman knew just how to ease his fears. Was it witchcraft, he never knew. She smiled, for her power was so much more than the arcane arts.
Love heals all.
Eily Nash ~2021
Did you hope to hurt me
By the silence of your heart?
Your unsaid words
Speak loud and clear
There is nothing left to say
Except I will keep your secrets,
My dignity and my pride
Goodbye, My Dear…Goodbye.
Eily Nash ~2021
Love Lost…
Fading Light of a dying Sun
Barely burning embers remain
Burnished fingers of red and gold
Reach into the beckoning darkness
To find only cold,empty arms of night
Memories, like the day, fade away
Eily Nash ~2021
Long lonely miles of separation stretch across the wide expanse of time.Music plays. I close my eyes and sail on seas of dreams. Far from Southern city lights, dimming the clatter of party nights, and noise of it all. Somewhere, the sea washes upon a silent Northern shore. Two Souls meet beneath a smiling moon.
Eily Nash ~ 2021
To be ..
The West Wind
Wild and free
Felt, yet unseen by Mankind
Blow where I will
Over gentle hills
Tumultuous seas
A soft Zephyr breeze
On fierce Panther Paws
Or …
A fixed Star
Adored from afar
Required to shine Bright
Illuminate the dark night
Until clouds gather
Illusions of Self shatter
Immutable Celestials look down
Unable to wear capricious gowns
Eily Nash ~2020
The Winter sun hung low in the sky, tantalisingly bright yet withholding the promise of warmth on the frozen fields below. A murder of crows took to the wing for their last supper before the dusk wrapped a grey blanket over the land. Melisande knew once they returned to roost high in the line of ancient Oak trees it would not be long before night would come riding in. She felt the temperature drop and shivered, pulling her woollen shawl tightly across her thin body. The morrow would arrive with a dressing of hoar frost. Clutching her basket, the meagre rations of berries and nuts forlornly rolled around, as she made firm strides for home. The barren fields had no more to give and neither did she.
It had not always been this way.
The cottage had seen better days. The interior was a grey as her ragged hair. A motley collection of worn out furniture, table and two wooden chairs, a threadbare armchair before an empty and cold grate. A dirty mirror hung above the mantle. There was no need to clean it, long ago she had stopped caring about the reflection looming back. The lonely ghost of the woman who once was remained trapped behind cobwebs and dust.
Melisande’s bones ached. She longed for warmth, from a lover, a friend, someone who cared. But there was no one. They had all left long ago. She piled applewood logs and kindling into the grate. Reluctantly the fire took, spreading a wan light into the gloomy room. She would make herb tea and maybe try to eat and then sleep, in dreams maybe she would be free, if she could keep bad at bay and the nightmares away. The cawing of crows heralded the coming darkness. She shuddered.
The fire flickered into life, and slowly sipping the soothing tea she stared deeply into the flames, into the past.
Back to vibrant times when she had turned heads, a selfish woman with many lovers she had met through her work in the big city. The cottage in the country was her retreat from the madness and mayhem and greedy life of an Investment Banker. Treating people badly was her trademark. It didn’t matter, there were plenty more foolish enough to replace the ones she callously discarded.
A tear rolled down her face. In the flames she watched the scene replay as if it were yesterday.
Another party, another drunken, drug fuelled night on the town. Worse for wear she had crawled back to her Penthouse. Needing to sleep, but wanting just another drink. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest, she snorted another line of coke. Another pain, gripping her with vicelike intensity. A knock at the door. It is a handsome man. She asks if he wants her body. She is drunk and drugged. He says no. He is Death. He wants her soul. Shocked she slams the door. The next night he returns. Again she slams the door. The third night he returns and tells her I have not come for your soul tonight. I have brought you a gift. It is in this box. As long as you open the box every night at midnight I will not return.
She accepts the box. The handsome man leaves. She begins to fret, death knows where she lives. She moves to the cottage, fear ensures she makes a ritual of opening the box at midnight, just as Death instructed. But still she anxiously awaits the knock of Death at the door. She thinks back each night to what she lost and what could happen. Every night the crows caw. The years slowly crawl by, empty and barren. In the end she is old, poor, wizened and lonely. The firewood runs low. Freezing she throws the box onto the fire. Blue sparks fly up the soot encrusted chimney breast. Then in the silence of the night “Rat-a-tat-tat” it had finally come. A knock at the door. It is Death.
“You said you would not come. I opened the box every night at Midnight. Every single night for the past twenty five years!”
“Yes, but you have now burnt the box. The contents have been destroyed.”
“But there was nothing in the box. It was empty!”
“No, it was full of your fears. Every time you opened it, you let them out. Every time you closed it, you put new ones in.”
“So I have been a prisoner here, of my own making? Trapped by my fear of dying?”
“You should have come when I first called. Happiness awaited you in paradise. But your greed kept you here and then you made yourself a prisoner of your own fears. You have not lived but you have died a thousand times, when you had only need die once…and step into eternal Life!”
He held out his hand. Melisande took his hand and walked through the open door. Death was nothing to be feared, He was an Angel leading her Home.
The winter sun hung low in the sky, dawn was breaking and there was the promise of a bright new day.
Eily Nash ~2020
Sadness came seeping into the fabric of life, for a terrible contagion raged through the land of men.
Gaia, Great Mother wept for her children.
The little birds asked ‘What shall we do?’
They began to sing of hope, love and of Spring.
One by one, the people heard and they sang too…
The Song of the ReNewed Earth.
Eily Nash ~2021
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'How much more can I take,' she cried 'More than you know,' He replied 'What if I break?' she sighed 'Angels walk by your side,' He smiled. 'Why does life test so much?' Wrapped in Grace, she felt His gentle touch 'Pain teaches compassion & Love' So spoke her Beloved Father, God above Eily Nash ~2021
It is a delicate dance as I step between memories and thoughts of you, and my words take form. Sometimes, subtle and shy; a ghost prowling the corridors of night. Or perhaps the exultation of a bird on the wing. Summer returns. I am a Swallow in flight, spiralling in the arms of the wind.
Eily Nash ~2020
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I desire to run wild, run free,
Unleash the Wolf in me.
Howling a love song of pleasure and pain
To the cold beauty of a Midnight Moon.
Yet I remain a meek little lamb,
Grazing beneath heavy grey skies,
Lost in the safety of a flock of conformity.
Is that all that I am?
Eily Nash ~2021
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In the dying embers of the year lay the lost hopes of fading dreams. From a spark to a flame will never ignite again. Desires grow old, burnt out in the rage of passion’s scorching fires. The last vestiges of searing heat, fated to become no more than ashes and dust. Love goes cold when left to tarnish and rust.
Eily Nash ~2020
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I whisper your name into a starless night From the depths of my darkness I feel your light Misty colored dreams come to life Cuts right through me like a knife All I bleed turns to ink Lost in you I try to think Words escape & fill the sky The stars have gathered to say goodbye Randy Wiley (2020)
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To be .. The West Wind Wild and free Felt, yet unseen by Mankind Blow where I will Over gentle hills Tumultuous seas A soft Zephyr breeze On fierce Panther Paws Or ... A fixed Star Adored from afar Required to shine Bright Illuminate the dark night Until clouds gather Illusions of self shatter Immutable Celestials jealously look down Unable to wear capricious gossamer gowns Eily Nash ~2020
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Did you think of me, as I did you on this Holy day?
Long lonely miles of separation stretch across the wide expanse of time. Music plays. I close my eyes and sail on seas of dreams. Far from my Southern city lights, dimming the clatter of party nights, and noise of it all.
Somewhere, the sea washes upon a silent Northern shore. I know I will find you there. I see you smile. Two Souls leave the world behind, to dance to the music of waves and wind, as they meet again beneath a smiling moon.
Eily Nash-2020
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Your desire willed me here In the stillness of the night Dreams tranquilly dangling in slumber On clouds that pass me by There is this ache Hanging on to every word that leaves your lips Taunting me As you scream out my name © Pammy~Penny's Scar
These lingering thoughts of you Tangled and messy yet perfectly entwined My heart beats a little faster The heat of your breath soft on my skin Like a feather falling Drifting to the ground I cherish these moments Each and every one © Pammy~Penny's Scar
Dawn kissed the moon Tasting the breath of forever Enchanted by a song So surreal That it claimed their souls They danced every night Under the sway of the clouds To melodies never heard before Symphonies from the stars The rhythm of love © Pammy~Penny's Scar
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I wonder... Where do all the Lost Souls go? Is Solace to be found in the dark heart of Night? Or does their yearning spin silken threads Across the Void, drawing them to each other? Can the Power of Love shine Eternal Light Illuminating the path back Home? Do you hear me cry out to you? Are you lost and alone too? Eily Nash Find my books on Amazon.
The Day is done, tired thoughts slowly fade to grey. Do you find comfort, as you lay down your weary head on the island of your bed? Drifting on the shifting sands of reality upon the shores of sleep. The Sandman will soon take you sailing into the void and blessed oblivion of the deep.
Catch the Moon beams as they come dancing in a playful game, glancing off the windowpanes, across the ceiling and upon the walls. They turn the darkness of your room into sacred, hallowed halls.
For in twilight hours and liminal space, nothing is as it truly seems. Do you want to walk into the forest of the night? I will take you through numinous mists and midnight rays of Light, onto the field of dreams.
Lady La Luna’s tendrils weave Her gossamer, silken strands, enticing you back to the Heavens above. Entranced by the music of the night, dancing across the stars, into the arms of the pure Light of Love.
The Lady heard the yearning of your Soul to be free, to be whole. There is so much more to see, so much more for you to be! Forget life’s silent screams, believe in Magic and know that you are innocent when you dream.
With the rising of the sun, the mysteries of night are done. Leaving fragrant fragments like blossom on the breeze and the whisper of the trees, beyond reason, beyond rhyme. Moments that breathe, in fragile memories of the Truth, we only find by stepping outside time.
Eily Nash ~2020
Together we fly high Skylarks on the wing Riding the wild wind Song of my Soul You are the music And I am the lyrics To our love song Eily Nash ~2020
I could sing you as the lyrics to my songs, Depict you in art, watercolours and oils. Or write you into fantasy, poetry or prose Enough to fill the pages of a Library of books. I could appreciate the intoxicating scent of you, Delicate and fragrant as Night Blooming Jasmine Or the headiness of a Rose, kissed by the Summer Sun. But you would only recoil from these tributes of mine. For loving you is wrong, if you choose not to see There is only heartache lying in wait for me Until you see as I do, the beauty in you and your Soul ... and give yourself permission to love yourself too. Eily Nash ~2020
With kind permission, I am delighted to share another sensuous piece from the sultry pen of Pammy…
I am seeping inside Drinking you in Lavishly wanting My body arches Trembling As I quiver in your arms The things you do to me When I am thirsty You quench me I lay pleading Screaming your name again and again And again and again ... ©Pammy/Penny's Scar
I am delighted to have permission to share with my readers
More delicious offering from the sultry pen of Pammy.
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I am excited to welcome back to EdenDene Books Penny from Penny's Scar Sharing her lyrics and a link to one of her songs This one of many that I love very much. Enjoy the haunting, atmospheric and poignantly beautiful sound of Penny's Scar. Over 1.5 million listens on Soundclick ! The Lady has the most sensual voice I have every heard. She sends shivers & tingles up your spine with her hypnotic voice. Her lyrics and music are something just so VERY special. Listen to the pure magic that is Penny's Scar x
Only a flower Wasted away When the light has faded The taste that you give Want to walk want to scream want to break it Wounds they appear Locked inside in the darkness I fade like a storm when the rain gets cold My eyes out of focus All I see around me is nothing but a blur Bound to the broken So I Carry the pain until I fall Until I fall In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love When the night has faded Touched you within Haunt my dreams can you taste them Fading into the distance And this heart I feel it breaking I fade like a storm when the rain gets cold Felt my thoughts there drifting away So I carry the pain until I fall In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love When the sky has faded Broken it's only skin Scream out loud last breath it's taking Against the wall where time can't exist Your wrist are warn and bleeding Loving the scars embedded there Laugh out loud and you know your breaking Left alone to fend for yourself Trapped in fear your hands keep shaking Is there any way out of here So I carry the pain until I fall In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love In the dark you can love, love in the dark you can love You can love You can love In the dark You can love In the dark © Penny's Scar
As the Wheel of the Year begins to turn and we draw closer to the Winter Solstice we are warmed by the knowledge the darkness is receding and the Light grows stronger. I’m delighted to share the wonderful works of one of my closest friends, she is a Singer/Songwriter and Poet of incredible beauty and depth. I’d like to give this Sunday on EdenDene Books over to her music and poetry, dedicated to all who dare to LOVE…. Enjoy xxx
Dawn kissed the moon Tasting the breath of forever Enchanted by a song So surreal That it claimed their souls They danced every night Under the sway of the clouds To melodies never heard before Symphonies from the stars The rhythm of love ©Penny's Scar/Pammy~Whisperings
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Love Lost…
Fading Light of a dying Sun
Barely burning embers remain
Burnished fingers of red and gold
Reach into the beckoning darkness
To find only cold,empty arms of night
Memories, like the day, fade away
Eily Nash (2020)
You played your game…
Played it well.
I fell under your beguiling spell.
Did you hope to hurt me
By the silence of your heart?
Was that your cruel intention from the start?
Your unsaid words
Speak loud and clear
There is nothing left to say
I have no tears to shed
I will walk away, head held high
And keep your secrets,
My dignity and my pride
Goodbye, My Lover, Goodbye.
My dear friend, poet and writer, Randall Wiley has been telling me about the art of Haiku. Here is one of his simply sublime pieces ❤️
Poetry of you
To write the perfect haiku
I could never do 🌹
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It was just a look, a fleeting glance,that was all it took. A remembrance of lives past? A star written cosmic dance, destined to last? Who knew, not you nor I, or words of a Poet's rhymes. Only Father Time and The great Mother's seasons Will reveal the reason for our bewitching spell.
Eily Nash ~2020
My Soul whispered lyrics for you,hearing the words a gentle breeze carried them to the trees. Their rustling leaves became my music. A Nightingale heard the soft sounds. His sweet voice sang to the magic of the Night.
And somewhere, far away, you heard a little bird sing of my Love for you…
Eily Nash ~2020
She had a special way to soothe his Soul. Velvet words, wrapped in silk, the Truth fell upon his hungry ears. With a magic touch, his woman eased his fears. Was it witchcraft, he never knew. She smiled, for her power was so much more than the arcane arts. She knew Love heals all.
Eily Nash -2020
From somewhere far away
I hear the music play.
Valse Triste.
Sibelius’ notes sing a song
of a love that has died.
You have gone so far away,
leaving me beneath the stars
to dance the Last Waltz,
all alone with nothing more than
fragments of fading memories…
Eily Nash ~2020
I am delighted to share a beautiful, sensuous poem from my dear friend and talented Writer & Poet. Enjoy, Dear Readers, the magic of Randy Writes…
From the shadows She appears Kissed by moonlight Wearing a gown Spun of silken words Her curves caressed By his story which covets Her flesh in a poetic aura Of sensuous ink Illuminating her unparalleled beauty & timeless grace Randall Wiley (2020)
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They look and wonder
At the mystery of us
…And we smile
Secret smiles
For who could tell
Of a Love that crossed
The eons and ages of man
All dimensions of time
It is only when night falls
The Truth is revealed…
For the story of you and I
Is written in the ink of eternity
Only the Sky knows of
Gods who walk amongst men
Yet sit upon Star Strewn thrones.
Eily Nash ~2020
You are mine yet I never speak your name, just wear it like a charm wrapped around my heart. Love lives and breathes between the notes of my songs. Your essence, fleetingly moves through rhyme and verse, your eyes shyly smile at the World hidden behind a veil of my poetry. I write you into every line.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
It is my great pleasure to introduce my Dear Readers to a very talented Author and Poet, Nicole Wild. As an INFJ, her work is so very deep and enriched with emotional intelligence. Nicole is part of the fantastic team of WALLIS & WILD, the powerhouses behind BLOODREDSTAR PUBLICATIONS. I have been honoured to have my own work featured in their Anthologies, along with other gifted Writers.
You. The absence calls so I evade, a dance within my soul. The words get stuck and I can't speak because I don't feel whole. Blue has put the fire out. Red has left me cold. I miss my love, I miss my friend, I dream of times of old. I wonder if he's warm tonight? If winter met his gates? I wonder if he's happy? Drains me until I break I know his routine, where he is... Ugh, for goodness sake! So I choose to dance in circles Cuz this grief I cannot take. ~Nicole Wild (2020)
“Wrapped Up” is Nicole Wild’s first novella. Click the Amazon link to preview inside, my review is below. I HIGHLY recommend this superlative observation of interpersonal relationships.
Having read Nicole Wild’s poetry anthology ‘Once Unchained’ I was excited to read her new book. I was not disappointed and read in one sitting. She has taken the themes of unbearable loss, pain and grief and the search for integration and meaning making, weaving them into a searingly honest and poignantly beautiful love story.Ellie’s world has closed into a lonely and grey place. She is unable to process the Soul rending loss of Ricky, the love of her life. Retreating ever inward and away from the noise of the world, continuing alone is an unbearable burden. Enter the enigmatic Kain with his promise of sweet release. Dare Ellie open her heart to love again or will the shadow of Ricky forever walk by her side?
An excellent read. Nicole Wild writes with such rich descriptive detail, she absolutely gets the depth psychology of the human condition. I was totally immersed. And the ending…I will not spoil it for you, but it was so incredibly, sensitively written and I cried.
Eily Nash
And as well as appearing in other Anthologies, Nicole Wild has her own collection of beautiful and emotive poetry. Please click the Amazon link to take a peek, and again my 5* review is below.
The last line in this gorgeous anthology reads ‘We write to heal our souls’. My goodness, how through her poems, the author takes the reader on a journey, through the emotions that flow through the human heart. Her words are poignant, delicate, strong. And throughout you hear the call of an incredibly beautiful soul. I absolutely loved this book. Highly recommended.
Eily Nash
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Lyrics
Hush now maybe my lips won’t breath again
Whispering echoes to the walls within
Pain is swarming through stripping color from my eyes
I really like a happy face when I can’t seem to smile
Dawn is coming scraping at the night
Broken wings and love that stings burning inside
Halo falling at my feet wounded butterfly
Embers spreading through three tears fall from my eyes
No love will hypnotize me
I am stone and ash my hearts been petrified
No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one will ever feel my heart
No one at all
No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one
Hush now maybe I’m afraid to let you in
I bear the dagger that you held in your hand
Stains and broken truth digging deeper inside
I really like a happy face when I can’t seem to smile
Midnight haunting every heart that weaps and crys
Choking melodies fading with the rhyme
No you will never find me
Weaker than the storm
No you will never find me
All alone
No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one will ever feel my heart
No one at all
No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one
Hush now maybe I have given in
Tormented and frail from all the pain
Waiting way too long
I just want to cry
I really like a happy face when I can’t seem to smile
Dawn is coming scraping the night
Broken wings and love that stings burning inside
Halo falling at my feet wounded buteerfly
Embers spreading through three tears fall from my eyes
I really like every face
I can’t seem to smile
Oh No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one will ever feel my heart
No one at all
No one will ever find me
Desperate and hanging on
No one
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
© Penny’s Scar @ Scarlet shadows
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He was my madness, my inspiration.
Passion’s flame lit fires of need and desire
And left burnt ashes of regret and shame.
He warmed my heart when life grew cold.
He was my strength and my weakness.
He was my wildness and my sweetness.
And I loved him.
How I loved him…
Did he love me?
….I never knew.
In the dark heart of night, you feel her unseen Presence. The sensuous touch of an immortal’s kiss, rose petals falling on your skin.
She cannot be with you, so gently whispers words of love in a way you will hear, her poetry is written on the fabric of your dreams.
Eily Nash (2020)
Mesmerised by the beauty of a falling Snowflake, he caught her in his hand.
Trusting, the little Snowflake lay in the warmth of the man’s palm.
Slowly she melted to nothingness.
He smiled …
…and just put out his hands to catch more Treasures falling from a giving sky ❄️
Eily Nash (2020)
It is mid Fall, I am watching from a window above, leaves of gold and brown, gently dancing down. They lay one by one upon the cold, hard ground, creating a carpet of Love beneath the bare branches they were once part of, and I cry for the beauty of it all.
🌿🍁🍃🍂 Eily Nash.
I loved him well, I loved him true
Something he just could not do
For to lay with me would be a sin
I knew he longed to touch my skin
Yet he kept me so far out of reach
Scared his defences I may breach
Passion’s flame burnt in his chest
Lustful thoughts gave him no rest
At last, of free will he came to me
Torn, tormented by his own misery
My beloved Mortal slipped into my bed
Offering his body, I took his soul instead
And down we went to the depths of hell
For he had fallen for a Succubus spell.
Eily Nash (2020)
A personal note.
I have had a difficult week.
Shame on you.
Who do not know what I do…
Give more than I ever take.
And you?
Shame on you.
My Soul shines bright
For I bring Light.
You?
Go look.
Question
Ask
You would come at me?
Righteous retribution will hit you and your mendacity.
Wait and see….
A sneak preview of a Chapter from a manuscript I am working on…
KIMBER
I’m home alone. Again. Husband is in NYC. Again. He’s a frequent flyer, goes where the money flows, London or New York. Right now it is a tidal wave flooding back to Papa across the East River from his latest project. Who knew Manhattan money would actually want to cross the Brooklyn Bridge? He did. Has a sixth sense for seeing potential. Where others can’t see beyond the raw product, Richie sees polished perfection. From his vantage point on the 95th floor of our Midtown Penthouse, he has 360 degrees views across the City and Central Park. GreenPoints caught his eye. All those rundown old warehouses lining the waterfront, battered and bruised, he raised them from the ashes of dilapidation like a Phoenix, reborn into something wonderful and new. Once given the full Richie treatment, hiding their humble beginnings, the luxe new apartments began enticing buyers hungry for a bite of the Big Apple’s property boom. Richie has a magic touch. He likes fixing things and then moving on. He did that with me. I was a waitress in a cocktail bar…you get the picture…
So my man is a mere 3455 miles away. Separated by the Atlantic ocean, a mere five hours time difference. Nothing compared to the gulf between us. I’m here in our Park Lane penthouse looking out over London. Richie likes high living, literally. Our homes are a statement to how he sees himself, a property magnate on top of the world. I step out onto the terrace clutching a glass of Veuve Cliquot, watching night falling. The twinkling lights of the West End are enticing for anyone with an itch to scratch, looking to find the heart of a Saturday night. And I’m here. All alone. Longing to be all dressed up with somewhere to go.
I’m inside looking out and laugh at the irony of people outside looking in. Window shopping. Wanting what I got. Don’t let it fool you. The glitz soon wears off. Only so many Manolo’s you can line up next to your Birkin bags and all your Chanel, Dior and Armani clothes hanging in your custom walk in closet. Envy from some, aspiration from others. Looks can be deceiving. Beware what you wish for, I want to say to them, go read the tale of the ‘Emperor’s Nightingale’ then tell me you want what I got. Don’t you see it in my eyes that I want to be free…I want to be me. Don’t envy me. I ain’t got what you got, freedom.
My iPhone kicks into life, incoming Skype call from the man himself. I tear myself away from the enticing lights dancing on water and answer.
“Baby Girl! “
I detect he is a touch too bright. Slate grey eyes, holding more than a hint of steel forged in a foundry of darkness somewhere north of midnight. Shutters down, the demon hiding in those dark depths did not choose to be seen tonight.
“Miss you baby love,” I coo making sure he sees I am wrapped in my silk dressing gown. I slide it open. He doesn’t bite. I know he is not alone. He’s all dressed up with somewhere to go. I can’t see the bitch but can smell her. If she isn’t next to him she soon will be. I act like I don’t know. I’m not acting if I were to confess I don’t care.
“Got a deal to seal, baby girl, heading over to the Upper East Side in 5. How’s my Kimber?”
“Good, missing Papa Bear!”
“Love you. Call you in the morning.”
I call the dog over and make sure he sees us snuggling on the couch, watching the wall hung TV on Netflix. Satisfied he hangs up.
I have an itch. I’m going to scratch it.
In less than half an hour I’ve changed into a barely there dress and the most killer heels I can find. I shake my long blonde hair free from the confines of the tight chignon he likes and replace the elegant pink pearls gracing my ears with gold slut hoops. A dash of Chanel Rouge Allure on my lips and a lick of black eyeliner, heavy coat of mascara. A line of Coke, a blue pill and I am good to go.
A quick call and an Uber is on the way. It’s not the night to take my Bentley out. Not the part if London Town I am heading.
“Don’t wait up, Mama’s going to be late!” I stroke Kimber’s sweet little Bichon Frisée fur and head for the door. I have an itch to scratch.
The nightingale has wings and she is going to use them, taking flight into the heart of the night…
©Eily Nash (2020)
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She felt the absence of his heart
Long before he even realised she had gone.
Walked away …
Silently closing the door on the place
Where love did not live anymore.
Eily Nash (2020)
The Poet took his words formed from delicate, silken strands of silver and gold, weaving them deftly into the heavy blanket of my infernal night. My Soul had grown cold, now the warmth of his Love wrapped me in Light.
Eily Nash (2020)
Falling. Falling. Soft embrace of the velvet deep calling, calling. Leave far behind shores of pain. Warm waves of oblivion sweeping it all away. No need fight it, hurt never felt again. Down, down to sleep in endless seas of eternal night. And so I sleep…
© Eily Nash
“I will always love you…”
A lonely heart cried out to the stars above as night came riding in, for she thought there was no one else to hear.
The Moon felt the pain of loss ripping through the ethers from a Soul searching, hoping, longing. She replied on the song of the wind.
‘Your Beloved is here in heaven with me, just a whisper away, in the place Love lives for evermore…Look!’
A shooting star blazed across the sky.
Tears fell.
Her gift was of the Soul, in her hands she held healing Light.
Her Heart a home for the lonely, the broken and those who lost their way.
She knew, with time and tender care they would dare to love again. Walk free from the brutal chains of shame and pain that bound them to the past.
They would no longer be fragmented, but healed and whole.
Ready to the embrace the dawning of a brand new day.
There were those who called her an Earth Angel. She would shake her head and smile. For there was no need for them to know the tears she shed alone or the scars she hid, or that the Gifts of Light were forged in a foundry of her own pain.
Eily Nash
Once upon a time there were two swans.
Both lustrous, beautiful and filled with light.
One was called Diamond, the other Crystal.
Life knew it had the power to break one, but not the other.
Diamond was beautiful with an inner strength that surpassed Steel.
Crystal was a fragile beauty. If she broke, she would shatter into a myriad of pieces.
For one could withstand what the other could not.
Wisdom whispered to Life ‘Be kind’ …
Eily Nash ~ 2020
A golden crown upon my head
Clothed in a gossamer gown
I sit upon a silver throne
My palace is my heart’s home
I have no subjects, I am all alone
All cares, burdens, concerns unladen
For others sins, I have long atoned
From skies above the Goddess looked down
Upon her broken and lost Handmaiden
The Lady in Her mercy revealed to me
Her Majesty and Secrets of alchemy
Now I preside from the seat of my soul
I am healed and whole.
Queen of all Witchery
Eily Nash ~2020
I could write you into stories, poetry or ryhme.
Or I could say I think of you all the time.
I could say I love you, like the stars love the night.
Or how the Earth craves Sun Light.
Yet I keep the secrets of us locked in my heart,
Lest such things cause it all to fall apart.
Eily Nash ~2020
The sun was high in the Summer sky, salt from the sea fresh on the breeze refreshed my tired and overwrought senses. My walk had meandered from the beach far below to the breath taking heights at the edge of the cliffs. It was time to stop and reflect for a while, maybe take a seat on some ancient stones, before deciding what to do.
Then I realised I was not alone.
I watched him sat all alone in quiet repose with only thoughts and memories for company. I wondered if he was lonely too? And tired of the game of life? Then decided he was not. For those nutmeg brown eyes held the wisdom of the ages and his gnarled face, like the bark of an ancient and proud Oak tree, wore the knowledge of the Sages. His aura was wrapped in a cloak of inscrutability.
I did not think he was aware of me standing there, his gaze was too far away, looking at sights I could not see. Some inner world of wonder and mystery.
A subtle smile played on his lips, like a butterfly kissing a wild meadow flower. Then he winked at me and said, “Come Child, hold my hand. You will see the magick that I do.”
His voice was grainy and deep and reassuring. Without hesitation, I took a seat beside him and placed my trust, as easily as I placed my hand, in his. His skin was surprisingly soft, not at all like the texture of rough weather beaten leather I expected it to be. He cupped my hand in his and I felt a jolt of electricity run up my arm and a bright light flashed like a starburst in my mind. A sense of extraordinary peace filled me. And I saw the wonder of it all…
A sweetness filled the air and I heard the Angels sing to the music of the Spheres. I saw Suns, Moons, Planets, Stars and spiral Galaxies. I saw they were all within me. Then I met with the Spirits of the Ancestors, all who had gone before me and the dancing light of Souls, and those yet to be. I saw me too, in the unending chain that all there ever was, and all there would ever be. I saw God and HE saw me.
And HE showed me from outside, looking in, the beauty of a blue planet, the beauty of the Earth. The song of the Dolphins and Whales, keepers of the secrets of the deep. The ebb tides of the seas throwing starfish and shells upon shifting sands and seahorses playing in the depths. Rivers flowing over pebbles, gravel and rock hewn from the ages, down to the embrace of the endless seas. I saw birds in flight, by both day and night, heard the screech of the Owl and sweet song of Nightingales that weep. Butterflies, Bees and creatures with wings taking flight. I saw forests and the Green Woods, fireflies, glow worms and dragonflies. Meadows and prairies, fields of gold and where the wild flowers grow. And then I sensed my self falling, falling and in fear I gripped his hand. I found myself in the caverns of the night, the heart of the Earth in the dark and the dirt. I saw primal pools of raging fire, craters, crystals and Salamanders and Elementals. And at its core, the Earth was raging, raw and made from a power that roared. I saw in a burning furnace, the foundry of pain on which was carved my name. In that moment I understood the terrible beauty of it all.
My tears began to flow, for me, for humanity. For now I knew the secrets of the elements, of Earth, of Air, of Fire, of Water. I also knew I had work to do, work the Lord had decreed for me.
A soothing mist filled my mind and once again I was falling, falling…into the Void. But now I was no longer afraid but filled with serenity and perfect peace. A myriad of colours began to swirl from the nothingness. I understood that from the void sprang forth the seeds of all potentiality. I had been given wings to fly free from my own self imposed captivity.
I heard a rush of Eagles wings and the beating of my heart.
When I opened my eyes I was alone, but would never ever be lonely. For in my hour of need when all I could see from the top of the cliffs was the freedom of falling into the deep blue sea, the Lord had sent an Angel to me. He had given me eyes to see. And now I truly understood, lived and breathed the magick and the mystery. I knew HE lived in me.
Eily Nash ~2020
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Blue skies of Summer torn apart, as storm clouds come riding in.
Time stands still.
Will we hear the rebuke in thunder, accept cleansing from the rain?
Gaia feels such pain, for her children have free will and may atone …
Or fall into the abyss of eternal sin.
I penned this little poem as I listened to the delicious sound of thunder rolling across the sky. Rain poured down over the beautiful plants and trees in my garden. I thought about the blessings of the Earth. All our needs are met. Yet what is it in a human that seeks to hurt where they could heal? Each other, our animals, environment, nature. Our birthright is as Co-creators but we are on the cusp of becoming the dark destroyers. We can reach for the stars or fall into the abyss. My heart breaks for us, what we have become and what we could be, for truly there is so much more than we can see.
Eily x
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And I loved him.
In that secret place
Where only the Soul hears the whispers of the heart.
And he?
I was no more the a safe space
A moment in time, shared.
I heard him cry in the wilderness.
Reached out my hand…
For a while he clung to me, but then feeling strong, he set me free…
And I?
Well, I could sink and die or just accept it was what it was.
Move on with my life, knowing I had loved…
Ohh… how I loved…
Him.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
All alone…
I held the hurt, I held the pain and all their sorrows
I saw such horror, and tears that fell as bitter rain
I stood tall, whoever they were, I Protected them all
All alone…
With rocks and stones began building my fortress home
Wanting to shout, wanting to yell but who could I tell
I was not living, I was burning in hell
All alone…
The dreams shook me from my sleep
Mind Movies, play again, they never cease
There is no peace, the trauma runs too deep
All alone…
One dark day the storm clouds came riding in
I looked down from the Tower I had built so high
The edge of a precipice, I fall or find my wings and fly
All alone…
Saturated by sorrow, I could hold no more
My Tower was now a prison and not a sanctuary
I had lost the key and was afraid to open the door
All alone…
My broken heart began to race, tomorrow I could not face
I believe an Angel of Light heard the calling of my Soul
On wings of Love she took me to blue skies above
No longer alone…
I was in a diaphanous castle in the Sky
The answers to my questions, all the reasons why
All the brutality, needless deaths and goodbyes
No longer alone…
A Lady of infinite beauty listened patiently as it all poured out
First a whisper and then a shout. Kindness too much to bare
The dam burst, I saw in her eyes such tender love and care
No longer alone…
Reflected in the eyes of the Goddess of all Humanity
I saw such deep empathy, compassion and love…I saw me!
I saw the rhyme and reason, watched my life unfold
She whispered my story needed to be told
So those walking a Protector’s path far from Home
Know they are Divinely Protected and NEVER alone
For we come from Love and will return to Love. Only Love is real.
Eily Nash ~2020
Blessed by blue skies on a sultry Summer day, I lay upon a lush green lawn in my English Country garden. The scent of Honeysuckle and Jasmine hang sweetly on the air, blending with Roses and Lavender. Such delicate fragrances delight the senses. They are dancing to the soft calling of birds and the low humming of nectar gathering bees. A Ray of Light playfully glints through rustling Beech Tree leaves and I watch Swifts riding the breeze. So high, soaring to the edge of blue. Soft caresses of sunlight are kissing my skin.
I close my eyes and dream of you.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
…And so they come to feed, like raptors on your flesh until you are no more than the bones of carrion. You did not see them for what they were, until it was too late. Behind innocent eyes a deep sea of jealousy lies. There is no kindness in words that cut the fabric of a soul.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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He lay down his head to sleep with a secret his heart did keep. Beneath the dark blanket of night the mysteries of love revealed that which by the light of day was concealed. Lovers locked in each others arms. He was entranced by a Sorceress and her bewitching charms ✨
Eily Nash~ 2020
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DIMPSEY DUSK
I’d heard many an ancient story told, of the magic the Bluebell Woods may hold. Did I believe it, was it for real? If a mortal man stood in a faerie ring, precious time was something they would steal. Could there really be such a thing? The thoughts rattled around my head, I admit by curiosity I was led. It was back in the merry month of May, as I recall, ’twas Beltane day and just as the dimpsey dusk had begun to fall, I heard enchantment call.
I set off down a country lane, clambering over stiles, a rickety bridge across a rhyne and through the fields of Barley, until I stood at the entrance to the Bluebell Woods. I had left the world so mundane, seeking the magic that lives in a space beyond the confines of time. I stood very still, barely holding my breath. What if the myths were true, could meeting the Fae really cause a man’s death? Beautiful Bluebells, their scent pervaded the air. Suddenly I did not care as their tinkling chimes dispelled my fear, I could sense the magic as I drew near.
With glow worms to light the way, I followed a winding trail, determined to return to tell the tale. The leaves begin to sway, dancing to the birds signalling the end of day. Then I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. A little fellow, so dapper and neat. He had a suit of red and green, such a creature I had never seen. Shiny black shoes with silver buckles upon his feet. With cheerful words he greeted me, ‘Good Sir, Merry Meet!’
I was so surprised when he spoke and told me he was of the Elven folk. Reaching up, he took my hand and led me into an enchanted land.How blessed was I to see a sight, granted to a mortal man that warm Summer’s night. In a clearing in the woods, the Beltane fire burned high and bright. Beside the Elf, I felt brave and I felt bold, and so I stood, quite at ease and protected by the trees, and watched it all unfold.
I was midst the Royal Court of the Fae as their magical May procession got underway, led by the Faerie Queen and her Holly King. Oh her beauty had to be seen! Her silken gown was spun from gossamer threads, a golden diadem upon her lovely head. Her flaxen hair was loose and long and came tumbling down. Her Consort, a majestic sight as he took her hand and they sallied forth into the night. The Faerie folk, Elves, Hobgoblins, Dryads, Sprites and Nymphs all bowed down to She who wore the Green Wood Crown.
Enchanted I watched as their Majesties walked by, the Faerie Queen caught my eye. She beckoned me to join her entourage and follow the retinue. I did not hesitate, grabbing the little Elf by the hand, I did as she bid me to and went further into the deep dark woods. Along the way Fireflies flew, tiny sparks of dazzling, dancing light, as the procession came through.
By the Beltane fire, I saw two thrones, hewn from ancient stone. I felt the power build and rise from the forest floor. I had wandered through a liminal corridor. A land of beauty, magic, song and dance. The whole forest was alive, and I was entranced. Beetles, bugs and Bees joined in the festivities. There was nectar to sip and cake to eat. A giant toadstool became my seat. Fallow Deer, Badgers, Stoats, Mice, Foxes, Hedgehogs and Voles are came creeping shyly in to pay homage to the Faerie Queen. Such marvellous sights, the like of which I had never seen!
And through the night music played, on a Harpsichord, flutes and Mandolins, and a Nightingale sang madrigals and songs of Courtly love. Oh how we danced and twirled and spun in circles, round and round. My feet hardly touched the ground! And then from somewhere high above, I heard a Barn Owl screech and in a happy, dizzy haze I fell upon the forest floor. The sights and sounds receded, I looked but although he was needed, my Elven friend was somewhere out of reach.
Beneath the light of a Flower Moon, the Faerie Queen looked upon her blessed realms of The Summerlands, stretching as far as the eye can see. Beauty reaching to infinity. With a wave of her magic wand and the mists begin to rise around Avalon. Sleep fell upon me, and enchanted by the Queen of the Green Wood’s spell, I kept the secret. For their story I would never tell.
Eily Nash (2020)
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Gossamer Threads: Short Stories
In shallow waters he teased and played, enticing hungry bodies to lust and fall to sin. Then with practiced ease, no remorse or backward glance, he would callously walk away, leaving heartache in his wake. Broken shells and shattered dreams on the empty shore of love.
Until the fateful day he heard the Siren’s warning call.
‘Beware the beautiful mind that draws you in.’
Intrigued by the beguiling deep, he slowly waded into the stillness of the sea, thinking he was free to ebb and flow and ride the tide, like the Starfish on the beach.
Yet each time he heard the song of the Siren, he went further until there was no ground beneath his feet.
Falling
Falling
Siren calling …
Who could save a drowning man from his own desires as he became a willing prisoner to the deep?
Eily Nash
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With sea green eyes, you taunt and tantalise. They dream and fantasise as you tease, you please, bring the unsuspecting to their knees. Behind an enigmatic smile, hides deceit & guile. Such wicked games you innocently play, then coldly walk away. The lying enemy within, whispers Love is a sin.
Eily Nash
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From my home midst the Star Nurseries of Alpha Tauri we saw Her tears falling and heard Her distress call come travelling from a beautiful blue planet, across time and space and our shared galaxy, Orion’s Arm.
The Spirit of the Earth, Gaia, had cried out in anguish. Her children were in pain, for in their ignorance they had opened Pandora’s box and unleashed the Furies upon themselves. We set sail, across the cosmos, passing planets, nebulae, suns, stars and moons.
With heavy hearts we stood on the roof of the world and looked down, as if into the abyss itself. Gaia whispered the Truth. That which should have been heaven upon the good Earth was now becoming hell. And all was in the balance betwixt Light and eternal darkness.
We looked and saw deep into the hearts, minds and souls of Man. There were those who wore the armour of dishonour, prepared to sacrifice the World for greed, seeing goodness as weakness. There were also those who wore a mantle of goodness, loved and cared deeply for all Life, knowing it to be a precious gift of the Godhead. They longed for the paradigm shift that would birth a new way of Being. Understanding that ‘All is One.’
The sorrow of the Earth ripped through us. We could not stand still and watch the sons and daughters of the Earth destroy each other along with Gaia, their Great Mother. We had carried with us across the Galaxy Seeds of Light. We scattered the precious seeds far and wide, knowing they would grow in the hearts of men. It would take time, but the tide would turn.
Our mission complete, we returned home, And as we travelled, we played the music of the Spheres and sung in praise.
Back on The beautiful blue planet, our Star Seeds heard the Love Song of the Universe. They remembered they were born from Love and would return to Love and they too began to sing✨
Eily Nash ~2020
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I would like to share a little 20 minute meditation that I made up and have been doing for a great many years.I strongly feel that when we are at one with Nature and look after our beautiful Planet Earth, then we, Gaia’s Beloved children, are also nurtured and grow in love and understanding for All that Is.
I offer this, with Love from me to you x
PLANETARY HEALING MEDITATION/VISUALISATION FOR GAIA
Find a comfortable place to sit or lay down, making sure you will be warm and not disturbed. Take several deep breathes. As you breathe in, you are filling your lungs with energising pure white Light. And as you breathe out you are letting go of all stress, strain or worry. This is your special time to connect deeply with Gaia, the spirit of our beautiful planet Earth and your own special deities, with the Saints, Ascended Masters, Angels, Archangels and the Divine Feminine and with All that Is, Source, God, The Godhead. We are all one.
As above, so below, as without, so within.
When you are ready, we will begin. Use whatever senses you like to enjoy our planetary healing visualisation/mediation: See, hear or sense the words in a way that works for you!
See a beautiful crystalline pyramid surrounding you, the base beneath your feet and the tip of the pyramid reaching through the stratosphere to the very edge our beautiful planet Earth. Now see another inverted pyramid, the base beneath your feet and the tip to the underside of Earth, our home in our amazing Universe. The two pyramids merge into an octahedron, with you perfectly calm and perfectly safe within.
Now see/sense/feel a brilliant white Light pouring from the Heart of Heaven down through the pyramid, through YOU…The Light is cleansing, purifying and healing. It pours through your crown and fills every part of you: skin, bones, muscles, organs, blood, nervous system and also your auric field.
The Light travels through, in, around and down you and out your feet continuing through the pyramid, through to the edge of the Earth. It is beautiful to be held in this Light from Heaven itself.
From your lovely and loving heart centre the Light begins radiating out in concentric circles to your home, your loved ones, friends, neighbourhood, your village, city, town, your country and onwards in waves out into the whole wide world.
It feels so good to be held in the light of Love. Knowing you are a Light-worker for the good of both Gaia and the Cosmos.
Hold in your heart and mind this healing Light of Love as it travel through you to all of Humanity. To all of the Animal Kingdom and the Plant Kingdom. To the elements and creatures of each element, Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Ether. Send this Light to everything and everyone you wish to focus on.
The Keepers of the wisdom of the Deep, Dolphins and Whales. To Sea mammals. All the fish and crustaceans and water dwellers.
To creatures of the land both warm and cold blooded, carnivores and herbivores, to ruminants, flocks and herds of all animal families, beetle and bugs, creatures that creep and crawl. To all reptiles.
To the creatures of the air who take flight, birds, butterflies, bees, bats, flying insects.
And to the Earth herself, all her geology and geography. Her fossil fuels, minerals, crystals, rocks, granites, marbles, geysers, hot springs. Her Polar Caps,Mountain ranges, Valleys, Rain Forests, Woodlands, Fields, Prairies, Desserts, Beaches and her grasses, trees, flowers, herbs, fruits, vegetables. Her oceans, seas, rivers, waterfalls, tributaries, streams, ponds and resevoirs.
FEEL AND KNOW yourself connected with all of Creation.
In this place of total connection, feeling your special place in the Divine Plan, we will call in the Divinities.
Invite the Angels to pour their Love and Light into your octahedron pyramids, to you and through you out into the whole world and everything that is in, on and of the Earth.
Invite the Ascended Masters, the Saints and Illumined Ones for their compassion and understanding as they once walked your path and that of all of us upon the Earth.They understand our challenges, our hopes, dreams, fears, desires, aspirations. Our creativity, our destruction, our Light and our Darkness.
Invite the the twelve Archangels Ariel, Azrael, Chamuel, Gabriel, Jeremiel, Jophiel, Metatron, Michael, Raphael, Raziel, Raguel, Sandelphon, Uriel, Zadkiel to bring their Divine power and Light, healing and Love.
Invite all the other Angelic Host, the Principalities, Powers, Virtues,Dominions, Thrones, Cherubim and Seraphim for their Heavenly Love.
Invite the Divine Feminine, The Sophia, for the Unconditional Love in Her Aspects of Mother God: Mother Mary, The Lady Mary Magdalene, The Lady Kwan Yin, Gaia and The Goddesses known to the World.
Now see a brilliant golden Light pouring down, the Christ Light of compassion and Love for all that is, all that was and all that will ever be.
Finally sense, see, feel the Violet Flame of God holding the Earth, Our Gaia Herself, in Divinity. The Love of the Godhead for all creation transmuting all fear, pain and suffering into the pure essence of LOVE. For love is from where we came and where we will return. In truth, all there is and ever will be, is LOVE.
This healing meditation for yourself and our beloved planet is now complete.
Take several deep breathes and give gratitude for the blessings you have invoked for All.
Ground, by seeing golden roots from your root chakra, your feet and hands going deeply down into the good, rich Earth. And KNOW you matter and you are Loved.
NAMASTE.
© Eily Nash
You were the one who chose the game
And placed the pieces on the board.
You made your opening move.
Lies wrapped in Truth.
Wanted your Lover’s game darker.
Black Queen with sights set.
Picked up your sacrificial pawn.
You did not see the gambit
….until it was too late.
The silent Rook took flight
Swooped and took your white Knight.
Check Mate.
Game over
❤️♟🖤
Eily Nash ~2020
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Alone in London, I stand by Tower Bridge. Old Father Thames hears my thoughts of you and how deeply I am falling. Wise is he, takes them rippling on the current down to the endless sea.
Somewhere far away in a Northern land, you are standing too, on your bridge of stone and steel beside a Castle Keep. Do I imagine that I hear you calling and feel you reaching through the ethers for my hand?
Day is fading and our City lights flicker into life. Do they hear the music of the night? And meet with moon beams upon the waters where both our ancient rivers flow? What stories do they share and what secrets do they know?
Perhaps they speak of Lovers hearts taking flight to meet upon the Bridge across forever. A special place, lost in time, where we come together. In the heat of the night, two rivers meet and our bodies entwine to dance upon the glory of the Tyne.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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I loved him well, I loved him true
Something he just could not do
For to lay with me would be a sin
I knew he longed to touch my skin
Yet he kept me so far out of reach
Scared his defences I may breach
Passion’s flame burnt in his chest
Lustful thoughts gave him no rest
At last, of free will he came to me
Torn, tormented by his own misery
My beloved Mortal slipped into my bed
Offering his body, I took his soul instead
And down we went to the depths 
of hell
For he had fallen for a Succubus spell.
~Eily Nash
Autumn leaves are falling. Summer has long gone, fading into memories of the magic of a love that enchanted both Earth and Sky. What mortal hand can hold the dance of Dragonflies?
Not you, nor I.
Winter bids me time to sleep, The yearnings of Spring call to you.
Fly away, fly high, on gossamer wings, my Dragonfly.
Your seasons of passion change, my constant heart sings a song of eternal love.
~Eily Nash
In 2012 I penned my first novel. It came from a place of pain. Seven years on I have grown both as a Writer and a person. I decided to revisit “Wychwood” and give it a re-write, detaching myself from the drama and writing as an observer.
Although I received praise for the book I wanted to infuse it with more Grace, more Magic and occult layers.
The Main Character has a new name Phaedra (Fay’dra) and I have introduced some new and more sinister characters.
This is Chapter One…
1 AN ANGEL CALLS
It is said that for every soul who walks upon the Earth a Guardian Angel is assigned ~ there are times the Angel may walk beside a soul, there are times the Angel may carry that soul and then there are times the Angel can only stand and watch and weep...
Midwinter. Dusk came stealthily creeping in, intent on stealing away the remains of the day. Fog descended over the grey London skyline, wrapping the Victorian villas in a numinous mist. White stucco coated walls that had shone in the harsh glint of winter sunlight now took on a ghostly air. Comforting coals burning in the hearths within cast a warm glow through opaque windowpanes, orange eyes keeping watch on a cold, dark night. ‘Fire light, fire bright, all is well tonight.’ Smoke snaking from tall chimney pots into the chill air warned any gathering preternatural creatures of darkness to stay away. As dusk succumbed to night’s embrace, the fog began to lift, revealing a star-studded sky. Lights were extinguished and weary folk made their way gratefully to bed, giving thanks to the Lord for the day that was done and the morrow yet to come. One house stood apart from the camaraderie of its neighbours, no warmth or light was to be found within its walls. The interior of number four was just as bleak as its cold, nocturnal façade. Winter’s icy fingers reached into the very heart of the despondent house, into a cavernous bedroom dressed in heavy furniture from a bygone century back when the house was proud and new. A huge mahogany bedstead, barely discernible in the gloom, rose as a dark island in a sea of darkness. Centre stage was given to a huge black Victorian cast iron fireplace, inset with tiles glazed with an elegant William Morris floral design. It was too dim to appreciate the contrast of the beautiful pure white flowers, against the blackness of the cold and empty hearth. Lilies for the departed soul now restored to innocence after death. The room was out of step with the modern world unfolding beyond its ornate walls patterned in rich shades of gold and teal. Heavy jade brocade curtains dressed the window, although slightly closed they admitted a pale sliver of light to slyly come creeping in and illuminate the scene within the room.
From the remoteness of the huge bed, a young child sat up, big hazel eyes wide open, scanning the room for a phantasmagorical Presence she could sense hiding somewhere in the shadows. She drew an eiderdown tightly around her tiny body, tucking the edges under her trembling chin. The big bulky frame of her Father lay beside the little girl. He was sleeping, lost in Morpheus’ arms with heavy breathing reverberating around the room, chasing away the creeping silence. Shadows danced along the walls, thrown up by arbitrary moonbeams. A gilded mirror hung above the fireplace and the child was mesmerised by the forms within its silvery depths.
At bedtime Phaedra loved to curl up with a book of fairy tales enchanting her. She imagined the ethereal creatures from the pages, elves and goblins, fairies, centaurs, unicorns, talking owls, nightingales and brave Knights and beautiful Princesses were all living in the mirror, inhabitants of a world within worlds. As another ray of capricious moonlight fell across the Oak floor, it illuminated a pale, languid, crumpled body. Comatose, the flaccid form lay curled in a foetal position, an almost empty brandy bottle clutched in a lifeless hand. A malevolent shape crouched beside the figure. Both were reflected in the mirror. Seeing the Presence, she had sensed, the child let a strangled sob escape into the gloom, alerting the man. Startled, he scanned the room and assuring himself and his tiny daughter that nothing was amiss, he urged her to snuggle down and sleep. His wife was where he had left her, on the floor. Having witnessed the same drug and alcohol induced scene for far too long and powerless to change things, he had ceased to care a long time ago. Defiantly, the child shook her head, soft auburn ringlets swaying around her little heart shaped face, eyes luminous and anxious.
‘Daddy, the thing is here again! It is sitting next to Mummy!’
‘There is no thing, it is just the shadows.’
‘I can see it in the mirror, flashing dark eyes with red sparks burning like hot coals, Oh Daddy!’
‘Phae, it is just the reflection of the embers in the fireplace.’
‘Daddy the fire is out. Mummy is cold, laying there on the floor, does she need a blanket?’ She enquired tentatively. ‘Why is Mummy on the floor again, and not snuggling up with us like she used to. Why is that scary thing next to her?’
‘Oh, that thing? That’s just Mummy’s shadow friend.’ With tired indifference, he humoured her, eager to go back to sleep. His once beautiful wife’s modelling career had paid handsomely but come at a terrible toll with easy access to drink and drugs and the descent into oblivion and addiction.
‘Shall we cover Mummy to keep her warm? She may be afraid of the dark and are you sure the thing is a friend?’ She persisted.
So many questions, so few answers. Thinly veiling his feelings of revulsion and contempt, voice laden with disgust, the weary man offered comfort ‘The floor is where Mummy and her shadow friend belong, go back to dreamland, Phaedra.’ Then kissing her on the tip of her nose, he rolled over and went back to sleep.
The little girl burrowed under the covers and lay down with her tiny face snuggling into her Daddy’s warm back. Mummy was fine, Daddy knew best. Her worries alleviated she slept the rest of the night comforted by the deep sleep of the innocent. In her dreams, the child called for an Angel, an Angel of Love and Light to come and take the thing away and keep Mummy warm. And the Angel hearing her call, came.
In the hours that lay on the cusp of night and day, a luminous golden radiance bathed the room and an Angel, with benevolent arms outstretched, stepped out into the gloom. He held a gossamer blanket, woven from the light of the stars from the heavens above. With a gentle touch He wrapped the child’s Mother in love and light and tenderness. For the Angel knew, just as the child knew, that the woman although bound by addictions was still deserving of love and compassion.
‘She is mine!’ Hissed a misshapen demonic form.
‘No! She is His.’ Serene cobalt blue eyes looked heavenwards. The Angel knew whilst barricaded into her own pain, it would take a lifetime to free the woman from her tormentor and captor. How long that life would be was written in the stars, yet the Angel was prepared to fight the demon for her eternal Soul.
The demon’s dark eyes flashed red sparks of pure malice and it pushed the brandy bottle across the floorboards. The woman stirred and through a haze she reached for the bottle and taking it from him she drained the last dregs. In his clawed hand the demon held a fresh bottle. The woman lunged at him, eager to feed her addiction.
‘It is yours, but not whilst you clutch at that useless thing!’ it spat in loathing, pointing his gnarled claw at the blanket of Light.
The blanket of Light felt good and through the haze of drugs and alcohol the woman knew she should keep a tight hold.
‘Go away!’ She cried, wrapping the blanket tightly around her body. Grace washed over her and soothed her unquiet soul into a deep and peaceful sleep where the demon could not reach her.
The demon spewed fire and brimstone. ‘If I do not take the mother, I shall return for the child!’ it hissed at the Angel, before its malignant form dissipated into the darkness, along with the stench of stale alcohol and bitter pungency of opiates pervading the air.
The Angel prayed silently and bestowed a quiet benediction over the child and her lost Mother and the man who had long forgotten the truth, as he slept in his warm bed whilst the woman he once loved and had lost her way, lay on the cold floor.
A fragrant blend of frankincense and attar of roses filled the room. The man did not smell the perfume purifying the space around him, his child and his wife. Nor did he see the celestial blanket of stars woven with the Light of Heaven wrapped around her. He did not see the pure white lily the Angel had placed in the woman’s hand when she took away the empty bottle.
He did not see the Angel of Light standing at the foot of the bed, waiting. The demon would return. The woman would try to fight. Without the help of the man her redemption would only come the other side of the veil. The man could not see these things, for he too was enslaved by his own addictions and unable to feel the Presence of God when an Angel calls.
And so, the Angel stood and wept.
~~~♥♥♥~~~
Eily Nash~2019
Thank you for reading.
The Original version will remain in print as I work on my new version.
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