Summer Solstice Magic

Solstice Sun rising high across a vast expanse of sky. 

The goddess sits upon her heavenly throne, celestial Light infusing mortal flesh and bone.

Raising power, spell casting in rhyme, as longest day bleeds into night.

At the witching hour by ether, earth and fire, enchantments done, you will be mine🔥

Eily Nash~2022

Dark Heart

Would you run from me if you knew with the Black Arts I summoned you? 

Would the darkness of my infernal heart cause you to flee?

Or would you come to me…

Come to me,

Come to me,

My mortal Love.

Lay your weary head upon my tender breast, take your well earned rest…

If you knew the Truth, forged from Hellfire, I have no Soul …

Would you still want me to hold you and make you whole?

Would you believe a Demon’s heart could be capable of love.

Could this be true?
A gift of Grace from Above?

Did He who made you, make me?
Will Love set us free?

Eily Bash ~2022

Hazy Days of Summer

Drifting, dreamy, hazy summer days beneath skies of Delphinium blue. 

Soaring Swifts,Skylarks on the wing, Robins and Blackbirds sing.

Wildflowers and sweet meadow grass fragrantly scent the air.

Balmy breeze cooling the heat of the sun upon ardent skin.

A babbling brook flowing between reeds, over pebbles and rocks.

Butterflies dancing with Dragonflies and dainty Damselflies.

The sweetness of a first kiss, Lover’s lay entwined.

Sight, scent, sound, taste, touch … senses alive. In tune. At One.

Gaia smiles.

Her Magick ~ A benediction upon the good green Earth.

Love’s Hues

If I were to write the colours of you, what would be the hue? 

The deep heart of midnight, cobalt blue and the shy kiss of pink on a new born Dawn, the fire of sunset on a Summer’s Morn.

You are iridescent rainbow magic after a storm, translucent rain softly caressing the gentle Rose.

Colours only our love knows.

The Fire Within

She had a fire

A fire that burnt within

With the Power of a thousand Suns

Yet she knew if she unleashed the Fire

It could heal, inspire, transform

Or destroy and burn all in its path…

So she kept it inside, knowing the unleashed fire would protect others but subsume her…

Bewitched

She beguiles, enchants, summons, calls; do not fall. 

Her world is not yours, it would only be ephemeral for a mortal man.

She is of the Night, the Darkness.

Her world is ‘twixt night and day, she is a numinous creature of liminal light.

Beware the charms of a Witch.

Beware.

Eily Nash~2022
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A Planetary Healing Meditation

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

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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 

Star Crossed Lovers

When does the present become the past? 


Late night music plays on the radio.


Memories tear through the illusion of the fabric of time.


I was never yours,you were never mine.


Where do old ghosts go,
I do not know.


They live and breathe in long forgotten poetry and rhyme.


Star-crossed Lovers are never destined to last.




Eily Nash ~ 2022

Tenebrous Tendrils

Darkness beckons
I hear Lilith’s call
Willingly Falling
Into the soothing deep
Velvet night beguiles
Enchants, revives
By Moonlight the pain
Of brittle, harsh day
Fades away.
Tenebrous tendrils
Drawing body and Soul
Into the Void
Inner Light
Re-ignites.
I am Home.
I am Whole.

Eily Nash ~2022

Pathways

My path is mine and mine alone to walk, as is yours too. Happenstance, time to time we meet others along our way and travel together for a while. Perhaps we share stories, laughter, music and song. Perhaps we commiserate and offer advice for things that have gone wrong. Maybe we have words to inspire or the strength to carry a weary Soul for a while. May we feel better for the time shared and Merry Meet and Merry part as we continue the journey on the long road ‘Home’. Love Eily 💜

Drawing Down The Moon

A romantic scene from my paranormal love story, “Torn From The Heart” ❤️

‘Would Sir care to join me in my bedchamber?’ Evelyn enquired, head tilted coyly to one side.

Adam was taken off guard by her request, this was a move he had not anticipated. Evelyn had been so elusive his normal confidence with women had subsided. The lady had spoken and he did not need to be asked twice. With gallant good humour Adam responded,

‘If the White Queen so wishes, then her Black Knight is honoured to acquiesce to M’Lady’s request!’ Adam made his way across the flagstones of the darkened Inn. As he followed the swish of Evelyn’s long Gossamer dress as she vanished into the all-pervading gloom, he smiled quietly. He had set out to play a game to win, a game of check mating her into the bedroom. Now the tables had been turned, Adam really did not care. He desperately wanted to be close to Evelyn, and not for any of the reasons he has started with. It was not lust that now motivated him, there was an almost magnetic pull to his beautiful, beguiling companion. They had started a strange journey together, and Adam was more than happy to see where it led to, somewhere across forever, he hoped.

At the top of the steep and narrow stairs everything was absolutely pitch black. He was aware his feet were treading on ancient wooden floorboards that creaked in complaint at their weight. Evelyn continued catlike down a long length of corridor. She did not seem to need any light to find her way.

Adam followed closely on her footsteps, not entirely comfortable in the pitch blackness. He heard a rasp as an antique door was scraped open across the ancient floor. Then totally unexpectedly light illuminated the darkness. He had gained admittance into M’Lady’s bedchamber and Adam Knight, arch womanizer was as nervous as hell.

Evelyn’s room was lit with a myriad of candles. They were on the stone window ledges of the two latticed windows and also placed in the hearth of the large inglenook fireplace in which a fire was lit and blazing with dancing red and gold flames.  The heady scent of Patchouli filled the room.Momentarily, the thought crossed his mind that the entire evening Evelyn had not left the lower floor, what unseen hand had lit the fire and fresh candles? She walked towards her four poster bed which had been hewn from rich dark oak and ornately carved. The bed was draped with heavy silk brocade, purple and gold threads entwined in an elegant pattern. Adam was surprised. Downstairs the Inn had been so dilapidated. This room was fit for a goddess, for his own personal goddess of the Half Moon Inn.

And there she stood by the light of the fire in all her beauty. As Adam regarded his Eve, his heart filled with love. She was just so delicately beautiful and ethereal. He had never been a religious man, yet he found himself whispering to her a verse from King Solomon’s Song of Songs:

‘Who is this woman?

She seems to shine like the dawn.

She seems as beautiful as the moon.

She seems as bright as the sun.

She is as wonderful as the stars’

And in return Evelyn  whispered softly.

‘My Beloved is mine, and I am his.’

Evelyn slowly removed the Gossamer dress, letting it slid down her body and fall in a gently crumpled heap at her feet, she delicately stood out of the dress and stood before him in her nakedness. There was a translucent quality to her unblemished porcelain skin, almost as if she were not of this world. In the soft light of the dancing flames she was timeless and numinous. Adam, enthralled, walked towards his prize and ran his hands through her long black hair and entwining his fingers in Evelyn’s luxurious, flowing locks. His eyes were fixed on hers, lost in their depths of darkness. She still held mysteries as yet unfathomed but the night was not over yet. He saw his own face reflected back in the light of her eyes, and saw softness there, he also saw compassion and tenderness. He saw Love. With exquisite tenderness she undressed him and taking a little vial of oil from the hearth, she kissed his head, hands and feet as she reverently anointed his body with precious Spikenard. The aroma of the heady amber oil filled his head as Evelyn, taking his hand in her delicate fingers gently led him to the little latticed window.

Throwing open the panes, a rush of cool air stroked their naked bodies.

‘Isn’t she beautiful?’ whispered Evelyn, looking skyward. The storm had passed and the night sky was a black velvet blanket covered with a myriad of sparkling diamonds. The moon hung low against this celestial backdrop, a perfect orb of brilliant milky white.

‘A giant pearl’, he smiled, ‘A moon pearl!’

Evelyn did not answer as she stood moon gazing. She was totally transfixed, entranced looking at the heavenly orb.

Raising her slender, milky arms into the air, her slender body swaying gently, she began chanting and intoning sacred words.

‘What are you doing’, he puzzled.

‘Drawing down the Moon’, came back her cryptic reply. With eyes closed and her body still slightly swaying she chanted melodic words.

‘I am the Maiden,

I am the Mother

and I am the Crone

I am the Hart and the Moon gazing Hare

I am the Holly, the Ivy, the Oak

I am the Owl, the Nightingale and the Crow

I am the Forest, the Meadow,

I am the Hearth and the Home

I am the Rivers, the Oceans and Seas,

I am the Light of the Night and Lilith’s Dark Moon

I am your Hopes, your Fears and all your Desires

….all that there is dwells in me

I am the Goddess of the Triple Trinity.’

Evelyn appeared to have an aura of shimmering light around her body. Her body was present in the room, yet he could see she was transported to another place that was not of this world. Adam saw she was lost in a trancelike state, caught between him and the magic and mystery of the moon.

Adam was not sure if the effects of the fire and candle light were causing him to see things. Her face was lost in rapture and she appeared to radiate an inner light. At that moment he did not know her. She was more than his delicate Eve, she was emanating a supernal light, a power and radiance. The moon beams were dancing in the room and there was a feeling of power and wonder. As Evelyn’s chanting and swaying increased he felt a surge of ecstatic energy course through his body, as if he were electrified and alive with her  pulsating words. And then she was quiet and still, it all subsided and Adam, filled with emotion, fell to his knees, wrapping his strong arms around Evelyn’s slender waist. Burrowing his head in her soft belly he sobbed as he had never ever cried before. His hot tears ran in rivers over her soft skin, and Evelyn tenderly stroked his hair, and let the release come. All the pain stored in his heart burst forth. The dam had broken and the floodgates opened. Eventually the wracking sobs abated and he felt cleansed. Looking up at the brilliance of the moon, a peace descended upon him.

‘Thank you Mother’ he whispered into the night sky and Lady Luna shining her benediction down upon her son.

He felt the light touch of Evelyn’s skin on his. Tenderly she raised him to his feet, and dried his wet face with strands of her long black hair. Taking both his hands in hers, she led Adam to her bed. By the light of the fire and warm candle glow their bodies entwined. Every brush of her lips and delicate touch of her finger tips electrified his body. With a passion Adam had never felt before, he wrapped his woman in his strong arms and was lost in the sublime bliss of her love. Two bodies merged and two spirits soared. He felt as if he had left his body and was pure Spirit, as was his beloved. Two became one. Two bodies, two hearts, two souls unified across time and space. There was no Adam and there was no Eve, there was just unimaginable and unbearable ecstasy and Bliss. In the light of the flames and the half light of the night they danced in the light of love and experienced the almost unbearable light of being.

When their lovemaking was over, Adam held Evelyn as if he would never let her go. They lay together watching the moon in her beauty and fullness.

‘The Lady has blessed us Adam’, murmured Evelyn.

‘Ah, the Lady came alive in you my Love, Eve you are my very own Moon Goddess and I worship at you.’

Adam fell asleep in his lover’s arms, wrapped in her embrace. His tortured soul was at last content and at peace.

© Eily Nash 2012

Extract from my paranormal romance ” Torn From The Heart”

Until You Bleed

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Wolf Love

The moon is full, night calls as darkness rises in me. Many a man is petrified by the hungry Wolf’s claw, lest I rip flesh & sinew from their bones. But you, my mortal Love, have no fear of me. Only you get to feel my touch as soft as a velvet glove.

Ruby Red Wine

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Dark and delectable as ruby red wine
The taste of her lips touching mine
Fingers run through long blonde hair
Smoke from candle flames curl in the air
Mirror reflects the look in her dark eyes
Black satin dress slides to the floor
The promise of night, lust and amour
Smiling she steps naked into my arms
I am lost to the beguiling Witch’s charms

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Voices From The Void

Voices from the Void
Whispering…

‘Daughter come home.’

Eons pass
The Whispers call louder

Through the density of Matter
The illusion of Time

‘Daughter come home.’

The mantle of Night
Cauldron of Darkness
Evokes memories: Nothingness.

The Void. Calling me… Home.

Eily Nash ~ 2022

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Indigo Blue

Stairway to Heaven
As day began to fade to grey and night came riding in, I watched the sky begin to turn Indigo Blue. 

Where are you, my Dear, so very far away from me?

I saw a star caught in the branches of an old Beech tree and made a wish as Lovers do.

How I hoped my wish would come true. I asked for a stairway to the heavens above.

To that magic place where Souls meet on the bridge across forever and dance together into the Light of Love✨

Eily Nash

Tiger

Why did you wake the sleeping Tiger that lay dormant and hidden within me?

For now she prowls the corridors of Night, filled with unassuaged hunger and longing for Your touch.

Feel her tongue, and the hot flames of desire licking with satisfaction your pliant, willing skin.

Are you afraid, or will you let the Tiger in to taste you and feed upon your molten flesh?

You cannot tame her, only acquiesce and appease her …

Perhaps she will not devour you…

Just yet.

Dark Heart of Night

Darkness falls.

The witching hour calls.

That which has been constrained by chains of day, unleashed into the dark heart of night.

Born of a thousand stars and the fires of hell, the She Devil is incandescent, infernal Light.

In dreams she comes to you. Invades your thoughts, willingly you invite her into your bed. Excited by a demon lover, your body enflamed by her touch. You succumb to her dark charms.

There is no escape from that which has been made manifest by your own deep, dark desires.

Pray for the light of dawn and breaking of the day, lest the Succubus feeds her voracious hunger and devours your heart. Bid her leave your arms before she carries your very soul away to be consumed in flames of the endless abyss.

Eily Nash

Shadow Man

 

Feeling Presences: a little true story…

There is a woman I used to know let’s call her Lana. I helped her a lot with stuff over the years, her younger husband falling for an even younger woman, his cheating, the divorce that ensued & her suicidal ideations, then her inability to accept her child coming out as gay, followed by the death of her bigoted parent. There were many teas and tears in my witchy kitchen. The most memorable was with an old lover of hers who put in a reappearance in quite an unusual way…

Back in the day the love of her life, Carter, treated her badly, preferring bikes, beer and mates. They split but she never really loved anyone like him. Years roll on and they meet and seeing she is (as she supposes) happily married they stay just friends, with the occasional benefit. He wants her back but she knows it would not work. The friendly beers with the boys had long ago turned into addiction.He was a highly functioning alchoholic.

Anyhow, Carter died suddenly, his once fit body ravaged by years of abuse gave out way too soon. Lana was heartbroken. Came to see me for tea and sympathy and maybe hoping I may get my Tarot cards out. There was no need, as she walked into my kitchen, Carter came in too!

I saw him as a large grey shadow by her side. I could ‘sense’ what he looked like but not see him other than this very tall, grey shadowy  shape. I told her he was there and where he was standing. 

Lana said she knew, she felt him come in too and hoped he would give me a message for her. 

Then to my shame something happened I regretted.  This was years ago and I didn’t know how to use the ‘gift’ as I now do.

I heard Carter talking inside my head, his voice was urgent. Wanting me to connect my energy with him to let her Know he was OK. 

I was scared if I let him in then I would not get rid of him, so I closed down. But not before  he told me to let her know he had loved her, Lana had been his true love, the love of his life and he had thrown it away. I thought Lana would be hugely upset, but she wasn’t, his words were what she needed to hear in order to lay the ghosts of their past to rest. When she left she was  happy…Until the young husband’s skulduggery with the much younger lover came to light, but that is a private matter, not my story to tell.

Now many years have passed, Lana has long gone, and is the way of ‘eaten bread is soon forgotten’ so too my kindnesses have also been long forgotten. With the passage of time and many Spirit visitors later, I do know how to send them on their way, just always feel bad about that one!

The spooky stuff that has really happened to me, I have enough to write a book and not one of my usual fictional ones!! Maybe I shall…one day.

 

© Eily Nash

Names have been changed but everything else is true.

SO BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDING ME

Let me soothe your soul with a song. I want to touch you deeper than you have ever been touched before

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I adore the sultry tones of American Singer/Songwriter & Poet, Penny from Penny’s Scar.

It gives me great pleasure to share the lyrics and link to a gorgeous song

So Beautiful Surrounding me.

Her hypnotic musics enchants and entrances and is free to listen and to download on the Soundclick platform.

Enjoy!

Lyrics

This beating heart inside of me

I’m a dusty rose

Diamonds are stolen promises

Set in gold I’m hiding

When I feel your touch

And oh You taste like something

So Beautiful Surrounding me

And all I remember

The way you whisper my name

Want to dance here forever

Soaked by the rain

That’s falling down on me

Wading through this stormy weather

Just your touch is all that I need

The sounds of December

Scraping the cold beneath me

In the night I heard your voice

Shadows they confound me

Found a light out in the darkness

Where I was screaming

Like a child in the corner

Climbing these walls

And oh You taste like something

So Beautiful

Surrounding me

And all I remember

The way you whisper my name

Want to dance here forever

Soaked by the rain

That’s falling down on me

Wading through this stormy weather

Just your touch is all that I need

The sounds of December

Scraping the cold beneath me

And oh You taste like something

So Beautiful Surrounding me

And all I remember

The way you whisper my name

Wanna dance here forever

Soaked by the rain

That’s falling down on me

Wading through this stormy weather

Just your touch is all that I need

The sounds of December

Scraping the cold beneath me

So Beautiful Surrounding me

PENNY’S SCAR ~2022

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Dimpsey Dusk ~A Fairytale narrated by Dave Thomas

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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.

Dimpsey Dusk narrated by Dave Thomas

I have long been a huge admirer of Wellbeing Podcaster Dave Thomas from A Mindful Life. It is my pleasure to share Dave’s work with you and an episode where he delightfully narrates one of my short stories, Dimpsey Dusk, from my book GOSSAMER THREADS.

Wellbeing is an issue close to my heart, I highly recommend the wonderfully diverse content on Dave Thomas’ shows, the episodes have hugely interesting guests relating their true life experiences. They are inspiring and uplifting and give us all hope that we can and do overcome adversary.

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My appearance of the show is a little piece of whimsey to bring just a touch of magic your way. Enjoy!



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

Bitter~Sweet Addiction

Bitter Sweet addiction of mine …
We were not destined to stand the test of time. You were the lust and longing coursing through my veins. You were my pleasure and my pain. For a while you were the breath of life, how bright passion’s flame did burn. To ashes and dust we must return. Spells like hearts can be broken. Goodbye, farewell. Know that I loved you well.



Eily Nash ~2022

Reveries

In the twilight of my years 
I sit alone in quiet reverie.
All I have are memories and fragments of poetry. Words of longing, love and loss;
My tears of ink on parchment fall.
If you could read my words would your heart cry too, for what might have been and the sad futility of it all.

Eily Nash ~2022

Tattered Wings

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With lovelorn eyes I looked back through the lens of time and watched the delicate beauty of a Butterfly. With gossamer wings warmed by the light of the sun, she swept and soared across endless skies. How the sight enchanted me and the shadow of a smile played across my face.

The Butterfly came to a place where the wild Roses grow, and intoxicated by the scent of sweet perfume she alighted upon a fragrant bloom. His allure was such, much as she longed to take to the skies once more, he enticed her to stay for just a little while. 

Eons passed sadly by, her wings were now tatted and torn and she was unable to fly. Oh how she rued the day the wild Rose with his viciously jealous thorns stole her freedom away.

And I, a silent witness to it all could only watch and weep.

Eily Nash ~ 2022

The Seeker

Deep in the velvet night

The yearning of the Body
To be held and to hold

The silent songs of the heart
Needing to love and be loved

The seeking of the mind
To understand and be understood

The searching of the Soul
To find that lost place, Home

Dispelled by brittle daylight


Eily Nash~2022

Far Horizon

How many times …

Have I stood here
Alone upon a sandy shore
Watching the far horizon
Beyond an endless sea

How many times …

Have the waves rushed over me
Angry breakers pounding my heart
Yet I stand.
I withstand
Watching the far horizon
Beyond an endless sea

For life, in her wisdom teaches
Look way beyond the far horizon
Know the silent secrets of the sea

The waves that come rushing in
Can try but will never break me
For they have no choice but recede
To the far horizon
On the ebb tide
Of an endless sea

~Eily Nash

A Trilogy of Love’s Magic

My good friends Raymondé and Randy have joined me in a trilogy of poetry.

Let there be Dragons, Butterflies, Witches, Dragonflies and Love!

💚🐉🦋✨
Beautiful Butterfly from Pixabay
My eyes tilted toward the stars

I am breathless

For in this moment

I let go

Sinking into midnights seduction

My heart beats softer here

Closer to the quiet

Deeper inside

Where clover fields weave

Into a rhythmic sway

Echoes of dragonfly wings

Swindling the air

As I lay here

Peacefully dreaming

In shades of you


~Raymondé
A Witchy woman was she

Her mistral winds bent the trees 

Electric storms crept into view

Silhouettes flashed in cerulean blue

The dragon’s eyes watched with delight 

A scarlet butterfly dance in the night

Forbidden lovers trapped in a spell

Washed away in the rains that fell 

A brief reprieve from the torturous days 

Soon their Witchy friend would find a way 

Potions, spells and magick brew

Gossamer tales always come true



~Randy Wiley 

Image from Pixabay
Autumn leaves are falling. 

The magic of our Summer love enchanted both Earth and Sky. 

What mortal hand can hold the dance of Dragonflies?

Winter bids me sleep, Spring calls to you. 

Fly away, fly high, on  gossamer wings. 

Your seasons change, my constant heart sings of eternal love…

This body grows old and dies. 

My heart, forever young, sings. 

Eternal love, unlike changing seasons, is never done.

~Eily Nash

Raymondé’s ‘Beautiful Knowing’ is available on Amazon as Kindle, Paperback & Hardback editions. a perfect gift of Love.

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Flowers in Her Hair

🌹🌛🌝🌜🌎✨🌺🌿🌼🌸🍃🌞🍄🐝🦋🕸🌳💚🧚‍♀️🦄🦇🐬🌾🔥🍎🍋💦🌈⭐️

 

Her feet were bare, flowers adorned her hair.

Kissed by the sun & the soft touch of sweet summer rain, she stepped out of her black velvet cloak to dance sky clad in fields of green and crops of gold.

Gaia’s child chanted Her words of power, with a heart flowing with gratitude for the bounty of the land and the gift of life, for the Great Mother had showed her the secrets, wonder and beauty of the Earth.

A canticle of praise flowed from her lips to God in His heavens above.

The Father’s benediction spread across skies of blue and fell upon her and all his holy creation below, and those who follow ancient paths and the ways of old.

✨Blessed Be✨

As Above, So Below.

 

🌛🌝🌜

 

 

Eyes of the Witch

Image of Pythia ~Priestess of Delphi by John Collier (1891)

She saw deep into the souls of men.

Their secrets, fears, hopes and desires.

Such was the power of the witch.

She needed no obsidian scrying glass.

Some scorned her for her second sight.

Some found her an illuminating Light.

She cared not, for it was all the same in this game called life✨

~Eily Nash

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Gifts of the Graces

The Three Graces ~ Edouard Bisson
Three Celestial sisters stood on the roof of the World looking down on the Sons and Daughters of Men.

✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨💫✨

‘What should we gift them this Christmastide,’ asked Aglaia.

‘Essences of our Grace, Beauty and Charm?’ Suggested Thalia.

‘What have they need of the most?’questioned Euphrosyne.

They conferred for a while.

The Three Graces having decided on their gifts to Humanity, scattered Star Seeds down onto the Earth below.

In time the seeds would grow in the hearts and minds of Mankind and so the World would come to know the gifts of the gods.

Love

Charity

Kindness

Peace

Laughter

Serenity

Patience

Empathy

Compassion

💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞

Eily Nash ~2021

Wild Roses

‘Let me take you by the hand, ‘ he said.

‘I will take you to to the place where the wild roses grow, we will sit a while upon the the lush green riverbank beneath a sun kissed sky and watch dragonflies dance upon peaceful waters as they flow by. There is no other, my dear, I plight my troth to thee!’

I took him at his word and my True Love gave to me a rose. Petals as dark as blackest night. The thorns tore deep and caused my heart to bleed. My red blood fell upon pure white snow. My tears lost upon turbulent seas. A murder of crows cawed at my misery, the truth was there to see.

My True Love lied to me.

🖤🌹🖤🌹🖤

Eily Nash (2019) ⌒*✰‿✰*✰‿✰

Prisoner To Love

She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart.

No Angel from above was he.

Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran.

Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the forest floor.

No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain.

Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left alone, a sacrifice on the altar of love, a prisoner of her heart.

~Eily Nash

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Winter of my Heart

In the winter of my broken heart, I lay down to rest in the harsh embrace of the cold, hard ground. I am so near and yet so far, whisper your name, but you do not hear. Alone with just fragrant fragments and memories of lost love. I watch the seasons pass like Blossom on the breeze from the cold comfort of my Earthbound home, here my English Country Churchyard.

Eily Nash

Photo ~ Eily Nash

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Protector of my Heart

Poetry makes the heart sing. I am delighted to share with my dear Worldwide Readers another lyrical romantic collaboration from the poetic pens of Chris and Randy. Enjoy sharing the Love!


It's the one
who knows
the woman-
the me, behind the lines..
The collector
who gathers
of my joys, my woes..
A protector
of my heart, my words-
You; my guardian of sentiment...

~cf 

****************

I collect you - all of you. 
I breathe you in and slowly exhale 
holding onto your essence 
before the next breath draws you 
deep into a collection of euphoric sighs. 
You are the air that breathes life into these veins,
and in every exhale, traces that feed this hungry heart 
which starves for you - all of you.

RW




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mage by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay 

Swallowing Like Sorrow




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
Salivating soul drowning in this evading place
Oh I am your daughter
Whispers of you innocence the truth
You never wanted me
Drowning in the rain
Oh the falling 
Dare this beautiful broken dream
Swallowing like sorrow
Tasting bitter wounds that stain
Oh the falling
Who are you suppose to be

So lay low
Tired and weary this love
Oh I am frozen
My soul melting in the sun
Oh I'm your daughter
Oh you forgot

Riveting sound that has bound these tears to my eyes
Wailing inside where shadows hide breaking my soul
Wishing lies would fade in time haunting me forever
I have chased you too many time now I'm letting go
Anticipating everything everywhere
Hypnotized for a sign of your love 
I am your daughter 

Oh the falling 
Dare this beautiful broken dream
Swallowing like sorrow
Tasting bitter wounds that stain
Oh the falling
Who are you suppose to be

So lay low
Tired and weary this love
Oh I am frozen
My soul melting in the sun
Oh I'm your daughter
So you forgot

And the night comes closer to me
Holding me so close
And you cry just to dream
Holding onto love
Oh I'm your daughter
So you forgot
Oh the falling 
Dare this beautiful broken dream
Swallowing like sorrow
Tasting bitter wounds that stain
Oh the falling
Who are you suppose to be

So lay low
Tired and weary this love
And oh I am frozen
My soul melting in the sun
Oh I'm your daughter
So you forgot

Oh the falling 
Dare this beautiful broken dream
Swallowing like sorrow
Tasting bitter wounds that stain
Oh the falling
Who are you suppose to be

So lay low
Tired and weary this love
Oh I am frozen
My soul melting in the sun

Oh I'm your daughter
So you forgot

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Night’s Magic

Image by Eily Nash





Meet me on the field of dreams

Where nothing is as it seems

Deep in the realms of dark fantasy

Desire brought us together in reality

Summoned by power of Witch light

Love and lust lit up the heart of night

Dawn broke and the cold light of day

Crept in to steal night’s magic away✨





~Eily Nash





The Willow Tree

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay 

I adore the amazing poetry of Raymondé and it is my pleasure to share one of the Poet’s own favourites from her new book ‘BEAUTIFUL KNOWING’ ~out on Amazon now as Hardback, Paperback and Kindle editions. Take a look inside the book from the Amazon previewer at the end of ‘The Willow Tree Standing There’.

The Willow Tree Standing There

Hidden behind these branches of time
There is a key dangling
Tight around the old Willow tree
The wind standing still
Timid to move through the day
Leaves remain holding tight in their place
As the old rusty lock swings in the air
Swindled by Autumns sun glistening glare
Touching metal and bark then parting the light
This dream so abrupt when the bough starts to break
From the landing of a crow as it makes the branch shake
The lull of a song when the wind starts to fade
Till the next time it blows quietly it waits
For my lips wish to taste the heart of the rain
After the day fades and the Moon sits by my side
I will gather the lilies that grew in it's light
This beauty around me holding me here
Touched by all this magic
The Willow tree standing there

~RAYMONDE

Love Dies

The music plays, I can’t quite catch the refrain, it is lost somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind. 

I think of you but no longer see, like a faded photograph, you are out of focus.

Then I tried to remember your scent, like a still breeze on a Winter’s day, there was only coldness.

I had lost the ‘essence’ of you. There were no feelings, no smiles, no tears, nothing at all. You had faded to grey.

Leaving just the quiet understanding; time passes and love, like all things dies.

~Eily Nash

Beltane Night

Walk with me, my Love, through wooded glades.

The scent of pine hangs heady on the air.
And the crackle of twigs underfoot guides our way.

Deep into the forest, we a witching shall go.

Cloaked in verdant velvet, I wear a gossamer gown, a fragrant, floral crown
Upon my head.

I am She Of a Thousand names, Isis, Astarte, Ceridwen.

And you, my horned Lord of wild things, my Cernunnos.

Light the Beltane fire, candles too
The Goddess dances in passion’s flames.
Cast the circle
Call the Quarters

Beneath a star canopy, skyclad
I will Draw down the Moon

Lay me down, my Lover upon
A carpet of moss.
Cernunnos, your Lady beckons
For ours is the magick of the night.

Under the benediction of the Skies
With Five Fold kiss
Our Great Rite we perform.

Blessed Be.

~Eily Nash



Angel Wings

She cried out into the night for an Angel of Light to heal her pain. 

The Angel, hearing her call, came .

And stood and wept.

For he knew the burden was hers alone to carry.

For how else would she know just how strong she was ...

How else would she too get her wings to fly?


~Eily Nash

Breathing In These Things

I am once again honoured to share the work of the sultry and soulful songstress, Penny from Penny’s Scar. I particularly love this track. Follow Penny on Twitter and listen to her catalogue of gorgeous alternative ballads for free on SoundClick.

 

I cried and I tried but I just can’t hold it in

All the pain

I scream when I dream all these thoughts in my head

They keep haunting me

Breathing

Breathing in these things

The clock on the wall keeps looking back at me

Why are you screaming

The hurt well I tucked it away underneath

Well I still feel everything

Crawl every time but you won’t see me

I’m hiding from me

All of the pain that feels you why you bleed

There’s time to breath

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Why does a heart start to bleed when it needs too much

Does it ever fade

Why do we love more than love holding onto it at all

Do you love the pain

Breathing

Breathing in these in things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

 

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Fly High 🦋 Little Butterfly

It was a beautiful Spring day, blue skies and not a cloud in sight. Sun was bright in the Northern sky, glinting off tiny eggs lining soft Milkweed in the hedgerow. A kindly cow, stood watching. She had seen this magic many times before.

From the eggs little hatchlings emerged. Not birds, nor snakes but caterpillars. Hungry, they scattered over the leaves that had housed their homes and started to munch. They were voraciously hungry and intent on feeding empty bellies.

Apart from one. The little caterpillar started at the sight of the cow. The cow gave a low, reassuring ‘moo’. ‘Hello, youngster. Welcome to the world, my name is MayBelle’.

Shyly the caterpillar retreated under a leaf. Each day the cow would amble over and say ‘Hello’. The caterpillar grew to love the warm greetings from such a magnificent beast. The cow would gently lower her head and let the caterpillar crawl onto her soft neck. They would both go for a wander across Ten Acre field and down to the babbling brook. The cow would take a long drink of pure Spring water and the caterpillar would watch the silver and gold of darting fish.

‘Dearest MayBelle, can I feel the water like you do? Can I swim like the fishes too?’

‘Not yet, M’Dear. But one day you will.’

The days and nights were full of delight. And MayBelle showed the young caterpillar many things. She spoke of life and love, beginnings, endings, both the Goddess and God above, Mother Earth and Father Sky. For being a wise cow, she had sought teaching from many sources and was not afraid to ask questions. A gift she passed to the little caterpillar.

One day MayBelle wandered over to the clumps of Ragwort the little Caterpillar had made home. Only to see the cycle of life had moved on. The wheel of the year began to turn again and her friend had entered into a deep sleep, wrapped in a warm cocoon. She smiled, knowing she had taught her pupil well.

The long sleep ended and the little caterpillar emerged. Refreshed and energised from such a deep and nourishing rest. And there was MayBelle, waiting.

The sun felt so good and the little Caterpillar basked in the warmth of both the celestial orb and her friend’s love. A sparrow hawk took to the wing and riding on the warm air currents glided gracefully across an azure sky. ‘Oh how I wish I could fly! MayBelle, do you wish you could fly too?’ ‘Why, M’Dear, you can fly, just spread your beautiful wings and try! And as for me? Once you fly free, know my spirit will be with you and so I will fly too. ‘

The little caterpillar climbed on MayBelle’s soft face and the kindly cow wandered to the stream. ‘Look, M’Dear, what do you see? The things I taught you have come to be!’ In the glistening water, the little caterpillar caught sight of a beautiful butterfly, delicate wings fluttering in the breeze.

In awe she asked ‘Is that me?’ ‘Go fly! Fly high, fly low. There is much to know. I always told you M’Dear there is so much more than we can see, so much more that we can be…’

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Dream Dancer

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay
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 window panes, 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 Magick 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.</p>



Eily Nash ~2020

Forever and a Day 💞

It was such a pleasure introducing Chris and Randy to you dear Readers and I am excited they have agreed to regular guest appearances. Their collaboration is a poetic dance of romance, and brings much joy. I hope you enjoy the love! ❤️

Photograph courtesy of Randy #Chasingsunsets
Tell me the story

of forever..

of the way it began

introducing us

to this final chapter 

speak to the how and why

to the dream, our reality

of lives to reconcile...

~cf




* * * * * * * * *



The reconciliation began

as a final exit

but the sun and moon had other plans

The stars aligned under a cloudless sky

So they chased every sunset-

danced in the light of a lover’s moon.

Now empty pages await the rest

of this happily ever after to be written...

~RW
Photography Courtesy of Randy

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Howling, hungry Wolf

The wild North wind howls, a hungry Wolf at the door seeking to feast on the souls of the lost and the lonely. Seek warmth from the Applewood burning in the hearth, let the flames warm the ice within your cold heart...Lest He creeps stealthily within, stealing you far away from the place the sweet wildflowers grow, to His frozen lair in a wild domain .

Eily Nash (2021)

Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay

Beautiful Knowing by Raymonde’

On Amazon now as Kindle, Paperback and Hardcover

I am excited to share the debut anthology of poetry from Raymonde’ “Beautiful Knowing” is such a truly beautiful book, which with an Adept’s hand delicately covers difficult themes of pain, loss, loneliness and sadly abuse. With great delicacy and emotional intelligence each poem weaves a story, and as I read, I also deeply felt the words.

But there is so much more than walking into the deep forest of Darkness…

Raymondé (What a lovely name!) also offers hope as the poetry unfolds she embraces a longing for the return of the Light, for connection and love, penned as sensuously and as spiritual as the Sufi Love Poets.

I found this collection hugely inspiring, the Author has such a graceful way of unfolding her words, that as a reader, I was drawn in and entranced into a world of darkness, shadows and despair which ultimately was transmuted in the crucible of Light into a place of incredible beauty. Written from the Heart it touches the Soul.

Beautiful and evocative. A Collection to keep revisiting and to gift to others. Please visit the Amazon link below and see for yourselves, Dear Readers, the magic within…

Spellbound

Spellbound, I held him in my arms✨ summonded by magick, candles and charms✨ Illusions of distance and linear time✨dispelled by a bewitching rhyme✨that which I desire shall be mine✨My Beloved will come to me✨So mote it be.✨

Firebirds 🔥

You may look at us

And call us the Damned

We are not!

We are Heaven’s Warriors

Who chose to descend into the abyss

And rise from the fires of hell

The chains and ashes of pain

Bearing Chiron’s wounds

Renewed and reborn as a Firebird.

Glorious.

Triumphant.

We bear our scars to hold your sins

So Mankind does not suffer as we do.

By the Grace of God we are cleansed

From all iniquity and human sin…

We are Firebirds.

Angels of light.

Quantum Fields

Tell me my love, what is the essence of us?

Where do you begin and I end?

There is no Alpha nor Omega on the bridge across forever.

For I hold you in the heart of my very Being as if you were I, and I you.

We come together as One.

Two charged particles of Light, meeting and merging in a quantum field

In the dark heart of night.

Who could understand the mysteries of what the eye cannot see?

Only the secrets of the Soul can set free

Love that lives and breathes across eternity.

Eily Nash (2021)

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Walk Away

Brittle Sunlight shining on a cold November day.
You try but words don’t come, nothing left to say…

walk away, walk away…🎶



The River of Life flows on leaving fading notes 
Of a sad song hanging in the air…

walk away, walk away…🎶



Do not cry, Love's unkind, there is only heartache 
If you should you turn around and stay…

walk away, walk away…🎶




Eily Nash (2021)

Beautiful Fairytale

Did she fascinate, charm and beguile? Maybe a distraction for just a while. 
Did she fill your thoughts in your waking hours and seep into your sleep.
Before you knew, were you in too deep?
Did she really have that power?
With her faraway eyes, she saw other worlds, far beyond the veil.
Was she for real or were you lonely?

Was she just a beautiful fairytale?



~Eily Nash

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Succubus Spell




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



Shores of Love

Poetry is one of the sweetnesses of life, and it is my pleasure to share with you a sensuous poetic collaboration between two wonderful poets, and to offer a warm welcome to “Gossamer Threads” to Chris and Randy 💞

Lake Michigan courtesy of ~cf

I am your sea and you, my shore
My waves will always wash over you 
just as sure as the sun rises and sets
All the granules of your sandcastle soul 
collapse into my undertow..
I undo the pillars of your fortress
with each passing wave
Sand and salt water dance together
in an endless waltz leaving your thirsty shores quenched, 
until the next wave engulfs your surface..
Drink me in and push me away 
my waves are relentless,
as is your thirst for them, endless...



~RW

Lake Michigan courtesy of ~cf

You are my sea as 
I am the shore that waits 
for you to wash over me 
from the depths of your 
currents
you reach me in waves 
that breach my barriers 
the cool of your water, 
craved as you fold over me, 
white capped 
feeling the force of each 
wave's pull-back 
in retreat, in succession, this 
dance that keeps me restlessly 
awaiting the next...

~cf


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The tale of the 40D’s and Tiffany’s 😉

O’er, my Beloved’s thoughtless treat has caused me such distress. He has given given me a bucket full of manky stress 🙁

Dear Eily, what could make you so mad. Has your man been really bad??!😡

Well listen up, M’dears with eager ears…

‘Darling, I am going to gift you a Premier 24 hour Membership to the gym with me!’ Says he, a touch too gleefully.🏋️‍♀️🤼‍♀️🚴‍♀️🏊‍♀️

I trembled, I shook. Sweaty excercise, so not in my book!

‘Er, no! ‘ says I ‘that would make me cry. I am lush & lovely as I am. Don’t you appreciate my gorgeous assets, 40D … do you want to shrink me?? ‘

I saw the thoughts whirl in his head…As I invited him to snuggle up and watch my favourite movie in our king size bed.

‘Oh no my Love, what would you prefer instead?’

‘Beloved, I don’t want to throw my toys from my pram, but I’d rather like a shiny, Sparkly something. Nothing grand, a bracelet for my hand. I’m feeling a tiny luxury, maybe a little trinket from Tiffany’s!’ 💍💝💎

His face lit up in a big smile, ‘The 40D’s are here to stay, both yummy breakfast in bed and the Tiffany trinkets are on the way!!’

Ohh I do love Breakfast at Tiffany’s!

~Eily Nash

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Two Rivers

 

 

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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architecture bridge city downtown
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Merry Meet & Merry Part

Two strangers met deep in the Greenwoods and both being lost decided to walk with each other for a while. 

The rugged path diverged to the left and the right. A simple glance was all it took, a tacit agreement ~ it was time to part, as each had a different journey to undertake.

Perhaps further down the line their paths may merge again. Perhaps not.

The journey of the eternal Soul is never simple nor set in stone. That which we think we need/want/desire in our human form is seldom what Spirit requires.

They smiled and said farewell with a ‘Merry Meet and Merry Part.’

Vagaries of Men

The Lords of Darkness and of Light sat down to dine, drink some wine, all on a moonless night. Up for discussion, the subject of Souls. It never grew old. 

‘ Which are mine, who are thine?’

An age old theme arose again. They debated. Conclusion came, they agreed the same.

Humans were over rated. Their little lives need not be fated. Let them use Free Will, they will heal or harm, bring pleasure or inflict pain,cure or kill.

There is no celestial charm to cure the vagaries of men. Having thus concurred the gods refilled their goblets of nectar and wine once again.

Eily Nash (2021)
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The Bodhi Tree

A solitary man, Siddhartha

Sat in the shade

Beneath the boughs of a

Benevolent Bodhi Tree.

In his heart he knew

The Light of Illumination

Shines from within

He who seeks to be free

From the illusions of Humanity,

Suffering and need caused by

Selfishness, negativity and greed.

In such quiet repose,

Knowledge slowly grows.

Silence speaks to He

Who bathes in Serenity’s Seas.

The Seeker who seeks

Keys to Earth’s Plane of Duality

Finds there is so much more.

Spirituality is there for those

With ‘eyes to see’ that

It is simply found in simple simplicity.

Eily Nash (2021)

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Gangsters Clawing at My Eyes


Lyrics

Phantom in the window holding onto a locket
Stranger to delirium keep that gun in your pocket
Bullet holes never fade
Bang Bang it goes

Gangsters clawing at my eyes doing cartwheels in the mud
Doing cartwheels in the mud

One girl and thirteen stones her eyes glowed like the sun
Wreaking from insomnia carrousel spinning around
There’s an echoe in my closet
Bang Bang it goes

Dancing in limbo a child singing a song
Danger he’s nefarious
Bullet holes shredding little wrag dolls
Mothers hanging coffins
Bang Bang it goes

Obsidian Eyes

Dark Angel who carried me to the edge of heaven, wrapped in your flaming wings of burning desire, you who cast me into the abyss of unrequited love. Exulting in bones broken, laying in unhallowed ground. Hear my lost soul wandering, weeping, through Hades Halls searching for you.

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Silent Sentinels

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…

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Star crossed Lovers dance across eternity.

The Seeker

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

 

Ary Scheffer~”The Ghosts of Paolo and Francesca Appear to Dante and Virgil” ~Taken at the Wallace Collection

“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.

 

A.-Victor Fontaine (fl. 1837-1884)
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.

Velázquez’s black veiled beauty “The Lady with a Fan” ~Taken at the Wallace Collection

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.

Raffaele Monti~”Circassian Slave” ~Taken at the Wallace Collection

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

 

 

Gypsy Woman

I’d like to share for your delectable delight some smoky hot words from the pen of my talented Texan friend & writer, Randy … Enjoy!

Beautiful Gypsy image from Pinterest

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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Asphalt Puddle

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.

 
 
 
 
Lyrics ~
 
 
Kiss the shadow in the darkness
Paint the sky with rain
I never needed you to love me
Love only causes pain
I don’t know about your magic
Seems it’s gonna fade
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
Break the sorrow of contemplation
Wrap me in the truth
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
So now I wander aimlessly
I’m guided by the moon
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I will kiss tomorrow like I kissed yesterday
Hide my heart from the world outside
Keep it under lock and key
I dangle here for you
I’m dangling
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
 
Words/music

Penny’s Scar © 2019

 
 
 

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Moon Song

I am so happy to share a beautiful poem from my friend and amazingly talented singer, Penny from Penny’s Scar.

Find my ethereal Chanteuse and Poet on Twitter @pennys_scar

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FEEL

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!

 

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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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Keys of the Night

From Pixabay

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


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Silent Scream

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)

Peace

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

Enigmatic Eyes

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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Sappho’s Secrets

Sappho~Charles Auguste Mengin (1877)

Sappho~ Miguel Carbonell Selva (1881)

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

Nevermore

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)

Imperfect Lovers


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)

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Secret Garden

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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)

Swallowing Like Sorrow

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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Child Within

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.