FICTION & POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING

She Devil

 

 

 

What Demon’s work is this game?

She Devil! stoking passion’s flame

Delicious, decadently dancing fiend

In the burning caverns of my mind

Beneath a guilty moon and soulful sky

You  lead me into delightful sin, why?

Your hungry lips insatiable on my skin

I must resist your touch, cannot give in

Your body sways, taunting me, teasing

Your form is luscious, and so pleasing

Sensuous, beguiling, alluring temptation

Where is the Priest to perform rites of purgation

I am lost to darkness and  a creature of night

Succubus, forged from  perdition and infernal light

The fires of hell may consume my eternal soul

With you, my demon lover, I am healed and whole

 

 

© Eily Nash ~ 2019

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Dark Verse, FICTION & POETRY

Wrap Me In Your Storm

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 🌹🖤

 

 

 

 

 

*You can listen to a vast collection of magical and mysterious songs by Penny’s Scar on Soundclick for free*

 

~And Follow Penny on Twitter on her official site~

 

 

 

FICTION & POETRY, MAGICK, MYTH, POEM, POETRY

Dragon Fire

An ancient Dragon bellowed her last flame.

She wondered if life would ever be the same?

The fire in her belly had slowly died.

Tears fell, her heart cried.

Would she descend into gnarly old age,

Or cease to exist without desires and burning rage?

~Eily Nash 2019

Gorgeous dragon from Pixabay 🔥

OCCULT, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING

Heaven’s Warriors

 

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 Angels ofLight.

 

 

 

OCCULT, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Dark Heart of Night

Darkness falls.

The witching hour calls.

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

Born of a thousand stars and the fires of hell. She 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, devours your heart and carries your very soul away to be consumed in flames of the endless abyss.

SPIRITUALITY, WRITING

Flowers in Her Hair

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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.

 

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FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POEM, WRITING

Into The Night

Regular readers will know I love the work of Texan Storyteller, Writer & Poet Randy. For new visitors I am delighted to introduce you to my talented friend and his creativity 😀 ✒️📖 His latest work is lush. A very erotic and sexy piece. Enjoy!

Randy is a vibrant and interactive member of the Twitter community, follow him for more!

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POEM, POETRY

Lady in your Tower

Lady in your tower so high

Shard of glass piercing sky

Do you search for me below

Where the timeless river flows

Imprisoned in clouds and steel

Who knows how you really feel

You have no wings to flee captivity

To sail with me upon an endless sea

~Words Eily Nash

Image:Pixabay

LOVE, MUSIC, POETRY, SOUL, Uncategorized

Breathing In These Things

I am once again honoured to share the work of the sultry and soulful songstress, Pamela 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.

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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

 

*Listen for free on SoundClick Player*

 

~Lyrics ©Penny’s Scar

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE

Kaleidescope Eyes

She always brought the sunshine on a rainy day, the girl who saw my chromatic world through her beautiful green Kaleidoscope eyes.

She walked across the dance floor in silver stilettos, Killer heels, swathed in sensuous silk, her dress a river of red flowing into my hungry arms.

To the tempo of the tango, we danced my blues away …

WRITING & BLOGGING

Cosmic Dust

Where did He begin and She end?

The Alpha and Omega of Soul Love

Creating a bridge across forever

Two hearts entwined as Twin flames

Until one let the Stranger in …

She came as a comet blazing a trail

Through their sun, moons and stars

Tearing their solar system apart

And the other?

Violently flung out of Love’s orbit

Heartbroken

Trust disintegrated

Into cosmic dust

Leaving a broken world

Lost on a sea of infinity…

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POETRY, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Take Me Home

Edendene Books is hugely proud to host another guest post from talented Texan, Randy.

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Image supplied from Randy

 

Sometimes we fall

Sometimes we die a little

Sometimes we cry

Sometimes we ache so much inside

We want to run, we try to hide

But something draws us from our darkness

Keeps us warm and soothes our heartache

It feels like home

Like a child in mother’s arms again

We know this feeling from our past

We hope this healing surely lasts

It touches us all over

Lifts us up out of our sorrow

Holds us tight into tomorrow

It feels like love

It feels like everything is better

Can this be true

We won’t know until we do

It a risk we have to take

From this dream we must awake

It feels like love

From the heavens up above

It’s a risk we have to take

From this dream we shall awake

I know it’s true

I was meant to be with you

It feels like home

It feels like everything we wished for

Awaits us just outside the door

It’s a risk we have to take

We mustn’t think its a mistake

It feels like love

From the heavens up above

It’s a risk we have to take

From this dream we shall awake

Be with me now and forever

You’re the one I’m looking for

Help me open up the door

It feels like home

Please take me home

© Randy ~ 2019

Hope you enjoyed this beautiful, heartfelt piece! And you can follow Randy on Twitter for more of his beautiful thoughts and take on life.

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LOVE, POETRY, Uncategorized

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

 
 
 

    *You can follow Penny on Twitter for all her songs and poetry *

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Summer Solstice

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As the sun rises in the sky, the wheel of the year turns yet again in the cosmic dance of life and the veil between Worlds is gossamer thin.

Two kings valiantly step onto the combat field, to engage once more in the eternal battle ‘twixt light and dark. When the fight is over, one will fall and one will rise victorious.

One reign is done. The King of Oak accepts defeat… for now…

He bows down before the new Lord of the Greenwood for the Holly King proudly wears the crown.

 

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FICTION & POETRY, SOUL, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING

Beautiful Soul

Thinking of some beautiful souls I know…

 

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You bring a gift to the Earth

The song of your eternal soul

Sings magic words of power

Beauty’s cleansing shower

Washing away pain & debris

Torn psyches healed & whole

Spirits soar freed from captivity

Dancing in the Light of rebirth

 

~Eily Nash (2019)

 

 

FICTION & POETRY, POETRY, SPIRITUALITY, True Life, Uncategorized

The Ballad Of The Magical Music Man

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“He’s in you, He’s in me…The gentle breeze rustling through the trees and sun kissed rain falling upon storm tossed seas”

The open road can be very long when you are weary and have travelled way too far with a heavy burden of baggage of life slung on your back. I see by your eyes you are tired and alone, so come join me, sit down. Warm your bones by my fire. Kick back, rest for a while. Hear me strum my guitar, we’ll serenade the night by the light of the moon and soft starlight. I can offer you to sup the fruit of the vine, some elderflower wine, maybe a drop of Moonshine, or Dandelion beer? Whatever your choice, a cup of good cheer.

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In the words of my song, there’s a tale to be told, my story is not new but a ballad of old. You see I have walked this path for many a year and many a traveller has  greedy an ear to sit down and share good food sizzling on the pan and hear the music retell the ‘Ballad of the Magical Music Man’.

He was the stranger I met outside my tent, just like you, when my soul was rent and this old heart heart has been broken in two. Chanced upon me singing the blues for those feeling old, battle worn and ravaged by time, strumming their stories in words and in rhyme.

He sat down beside me, kicked off his travelling boots and warmed his toes by the fire. I noticed the flames grew brighter and quite a bit higher. I saw the smile in his eyes, they laughed at it all, the highs and the lows, just how we can fall and how we can soar. Take flight, feeling fear like a Doe or face the good fight with a Lion’s roar.

“Met them all, without judgement”… he said, “those fizzing with life and the walking dead! Saw deep in their hearts and souls, secrets long buried, so easily read.”

The Magical Music man? I asked where was he from? He grabbed a banjo and just started to strum. Asked where he was heading? His cobalt eyes looked to a star strewn sky, “How’s that for bedding?!'”Came his enigmatic reply.

The tales he could tell brought laughter and tears. Taught you enjoy your life and face your fears. He’d easily pick up and play many a tune on a tin whistle, a flute lute or lyre. By the light of moon and fading camp fire. He’d make a Mandolin sing with plaintive desire. Told me he’d climbed the Himalayas, played both Bowls and Tingsha in Tibetan Temples on the roof of the World and the Banjo in the mountains of Appalachia. Said he’d sat with Siddhas at the banks of the Ganges and strummed a Sitar, then crossed the Mississippi to Memphis with his guitar. There was not a sight he had not seen, nor a place he had not been.

He was a Wizard, a Seer, both Mage and the Sage. He was an innocent child, and as old as time, a conundrum, paradox and rhyme. The soft, mountain stream, the sun on your face. He understood the rage of righteous might and black bayou’s in the dark heart of night. A gift of Grace and not of this time or this place.

When he left, I was a better man for him finding me when I had lost my way, pray one day he finds you too. The Magical Music Man, he’ll see right through you and set you straight on the path that is meant to be. No hiding, no defence or false pretence.

It’s no surprise he gave no name, without sin, without blame, the Magical Music Man? An Angel in disguise. A guiding Light through life’s dark night, illuminating God in  you and God in me…

The gentle breeze and the storm tossed seas.

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©Eily Nash -2019

For Peter Cabot-My Guiding Light, Always ✨

Uncategorized

An Angel Calls

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It is said every soul who walks upon the Earth is assigned a Guardian Angel ~ there are times the Angel may walk beside a soul, there are times the Angel may carry a soul and then there are times the Angel can only stand and weep…

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Midwinter. A fog began to descend over the grey London skyline. Dusk had stealthily crept in and stolen the remains of the day away. White stucco walls cloaked in numinous mist and theelegant terrace of Victorian villas took on a ghostly air, Window panes glowing warm orange, reassurance that all was well within. Fire light, fire bright, all is well tonight. Smoke snaking from tall chimney pots into the chill air warned preternatural creatures of the night to stay away. One house stood apart from the camaraderie of its neighbours, no warmth or light was to be found within its walls. As dusk…

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MAGICK, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Magick in her Hands

 

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Image from my personal Tarot collection ~The Celtic Tarot

 

By kiss of night

And soft starlight

In a gossamer gown

She stood entranced

Invoking triple trinity

Magick in her hands

A whispered invocation

Drawing down The Moon

 

 

~Eily Nash

LOVE, MAGIC, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Driftwood

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‘By Power of the Night
And bright Moon Light
On shifting sands of time
Let my True Love be mine!’
From his lonely shore he did not hear the siren’s’ plea.
Her words returned…
Driftwood, on the ebb-tide of the sea.
~Eily Nash
OCCULT, SHORT STORY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

The Lord of Mendacity

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The Lord of the Manor kept his secrets,

locked within the dark recesses of his cheating black heart.

There were many mistresses, trysts and love affairs .

Yet, without shame he avowed to his Lady his undying devotion,

eternal fidelity and love for her and her alone.

As he looked deeply into the black mirrors that were her obsidian eyes,

he swore let death take him if he were ever untrue.

Morgana was versed in magickal arts.

They say the eyes are a window to the soul.

When she looked at him, she knew what to do,

she saw retribution reflected back at her in his empty, lying eyes…

And thus, his Lordship came to his final resting place,

not in the sumptuous marital chamber within the Manor House,

but in ignoble and unhallowed ground.

Buried under the weight of the cold cruel earth…

and his own mendacity.

 

 

~Eily Nash

MUSIC, POEM, POETRY

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

Enjoy listening to her music for free. Her songs are mysterious, sensual and evocative and are on Soundclick 💕 Click the link and be transported to a magical place ✨

Image provided by Penny’s Scar

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Wisdom of the Fae

Wandering in the woods today,

I heard the wisdom of the Fae,

“Beware the games people play!”

How true, the untruths people say!

Tinkling laughter, so bright & gay.

Smiling,  I went merrily on my way.

 

~Eily Nash

 

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Isn’t she just Precious?! Fairy by Arthur Rackham.

 

POETRY, Uncategorized

Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

I  have a deep love for Yeats sublime poem “Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven” from his collection “The Wind Among The Reeds” (published in 1988) as well as for the Pre-Raphaelites and  these lush paintings by Edward Robert Hughes are just perfect…

 

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Edward Robert Hughes ~ “Night With Her Train Of Stars”

 

 

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W.B Yeats~

 

by Edward Robert Hughes
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Uncategorized

The Young Man’s Song

I adore this line from “The Young Man’s Song” from “Responsibilities” (1916), which is your favourite Yeats?

“For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away 

And the shadows eaten the moon.”

 

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Image: Edmund Dulac

 

 

I whispered, “I am too young,”
And then, “I am old enough”;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair,”
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

Oh, love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

 

~ W.B Yeats

 

POETRY, Uncategorized

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I have a passion for poetry, I’d like to share some of my favourite works for you to enjoy, I’d love to hear your favourites too!

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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~W.B.Yeats
MAGICK, MAGIK, WRITING & BLOGGING

Silver Scissors

 

Image:Pixabay

 

No longer sensing her Presence by his side,

the dark Mage vainly searched

the ethers for the witch’s Essence.

For that which magick engendered

had disappeared as a thief into the night.

Silver scissors cut the cords

and silken ties became undone

in all directions of time.

 

Eily Nash

Dark Verse, FICTION & POETRY, GOTHIC, LOVE, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Strange Love

When the pain became too much to bear,

He banished her to the dark recesses of his mind.

By being viciously unkind he could pretend to himself he didn’t care.

But she knew, and let him be, for such was their strange love. 

 

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Eily Nash

WRITING & BLOGGING

Dancing Demons

‘When demons come dancing in your dreams,I will banish them!’ Vivica reassured her human lover.

Through the ethers she flew, piercing the veil of nightmares to sprinkle oil of Anise on the fabric of his tormented mind.

And so, with arcane arts, the wise witch brought comfort to Chandler’s lonely bed.

~Eily Nash~

Painting ‘Witches on the Sabbath’ (1878) Luis Ricardo Falero

Rather comely wenches…

Anise. Good for banishing malevolent spirits. Equally good as a yummy liqueur: Arak,Ouzo, Sambuca et al… but methinks a drop or two of the old Absinthe and those naughty demons may well be joining you!!

WRITING & BLOGGING

Lady of Light, Lady of Night

The Lady beguiles you

Intrigued you draw near

She is a paradox

Of Light and Dark

Kissed by golden sunlight

And the midnight hour

Of black witchcraft

 

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She is both heavenly Angel

And a hellfire Demon

If you wish to know her

Please proceed carefully 

For what you think you see

May just be enchantment

For nothing is as it truly seems

Life a dream within a dream

 

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Dare beckon her at the witching hour

You summoned, now feel her power

No longer in control

Lost to lust and love

Beguiled by Beauty

Bewitched  by Spell craft

★☆★☆★

 

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

The Summoning

 

 

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

The Lady beckons to you beguilingly. Obsidian eyes, flashing danger and delight. Her smile, enigmatic, promising delicious secrets to be shared. Tresses of sun kissed silken strands of gold, a river flowing down her innocent back. Mixed messages carried on an air of danger. Fascinated, intrigued you draw near.

She is an enigmatic paradox, formed from Light and Dark. Blessed by sunlight’s golden rays and kissed by the midnight hour, black magick and the devil’s claw. Heavenly Angel, hellfire Demon.Was her Soul star born in the fiery firmaments above or forged somewhere north of Midnight?

Her essence envelopes you. She is not physically there, yet she is everywhere. On your skin, in your mind, you feel her Presence. Bringing both delights and torments. You love her. You hate her. Want her and need her, repulsed at meeting the devil within fearing possession you push her away.

Is she a Succubus, or a figment of fragmented wanton lust rampaging through the caverns of your ravaged mind? Or is she a witch, adept at the Dark Arts and  enchantment has placed you under her eternal spell? ✨

 

© Eily Nash~ 2019

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

The Precipice

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The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.

Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.

Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.

Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.

Eily Nash ~2019

MAGICK, MAGIK, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Sky Clad Skin

 

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Firm upon the rich dark earth I do stand,

My seeking arms reaching up to touch dove grey skies.

Softly, slowly raindrops fall and still I call.

Dancing, chanting, singing, weaving until

A sheet of rain falls down upon my silken sky clad skin.

With a singing heart, this child of Gaia smiles,

Showered by love and blessings  from above

Knowing she has summoned, you…

Her one true love.

 

© Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Hellfire

Beguiled by my burning flame

Little moth, play your game

Beware what you seek from me

My fire burns with the intensity

To destroy you and your desire

For I am forged from hell fire.

 

© Eily Nash

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Rose from a Lover

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Black Rose courtesy of my talented son Ryan Nash

 

 

My true love gave to me a rose.

Intoxicated by the sweetness of its scent 

I did not feel the thorns ripping my flesh,

Until my soul fled…

Leaving my wounded heart to bleed.

 

 

 

© Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

IN TOO DEEP

Image by Foundry Co from Pixabay

 

Laying down his head to sleep

Knew he was in far too deep

He met her on the field of dreams

Where nothing is as it truly seems

Infatuation, love, lust and insanity

Was she for real or just a fantasy

Day tried to steal night’s magic away

She danced in his mind, work and play

Waiting for the witching Midnight hour

To cast the spell of love’s magic power

© Eily Nash

 

LIFE, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

FEELING PRESENCES

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Feeling Presences: a little true story…

There is a woman I used to know  Eloise, I helped her a lot with stuff over the years, younger husband falling for a younger woman, his cheating, the divorce that ensued and an old lover who put in a reappearance in more than one 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, he died suddenly, his once fit body ravaged by years of abuse gave out way too soon. She 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  Eloise 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. 

She 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’. 

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

I was scared 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, she had been his true love, the love of his life and he had thrown it away. I thought Eloise would be hugely upset, but she wasn’t, his words were what she needed to hear to lay the ghosts of their past to rest. Eloise left and she was  happy…Until the husband’s skulduggery came to light, but that is a private matter, not my story to tell.

Now many years have passed, 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

FICTION & POETRY, POETRY, Uncategorized

Scattered Seeds

The girl you once knew, oh so very long ago

Comes unbidden, dancing into your thoughts

Laughing and playing as if it were yesterday

Fragrant fragments of moments caught in time.

Do you recall the innocent sweetness of it all…

And hear distant whispers of a long forgotten Love

Where did the magic go? What could have been?

Questions without answers destined to always be

Nothing more than scattered seeds, dandelion dreams

Carried across the lonely landscape of your mind.

 

©Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

 

 

 

 

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Image: Eily Nash

Uncategorized

In The Dark

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 which I love very much. Please enjoy the haunting, atmospheric and poignantly beautiful ….

 

*SOUND CLICK PLAYER TO LISTEN*

 

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Image supplied by Penny’s Scar

In The Dark by Penny’s Scar

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

LOVE, POETRY, Relationships

Fire & Ice

She was the fire and ice of diamonds, the red and gold dance of passion’s flame.

Sending him Solar flares, enticing him to unlock her many secrets and damping his ardour with sheet rain when he came too close.

Would he ever find the key that lay hidden somewhere beneath the arctic glaciers guarding her fragile heart?

She was a complicated paradox.

…and he loved her for it…

Eily Nash ~2019

Beautiful image from Pixabay

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

The Wisdom Of The Trees

I am delighted to welcome a super guest to Edendene Books and share with you all this beautiful poem on the beauty and magic of nature by my Texan Twitter friend Just~Randy😎 @jafah2012

Each day as I walk

I hear the trees and their talk

I listen to their stories

And marvel at their glories

For they’ve weathered each storm and greeted every moon

And yet they still stand tall full in bloom

Sometimes they whisper

Others they stand still

But they never steer me wrong

And my walks seem less long..

🌿🍃🌿✨🌿🍃🌿✨🌿🍃🌿

Beautiful image supplied by Randy.

LOVE, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

Fireflies and Faraway Eyes

He was a Hero, battle scarred and worn.

Heart frozen in the hinterlands of winter.

Feelings imprisoned under lock and key

Eyes unable to leave behind sights unseen

Inside, the silent scream trapped in his mind

Tainted by filthy dirt and detritus of mankind

A fallen Angel, broken wings ravaged and torn.

Until he met her, the girl with faraway eyes.

Her smile held the promise of Summer days

Beguiled by beauty, trusting in innocent love

He stepped from the darkness into her Light

Intrigued by the mysteries of night, he followed

Golden fireflies into the heart of her forest

They danced, sang and drank sacred wine

By firelight they lay beneath a Harvest moon

Earth and Sky became one in Hieros Gamos

He arose from the forest floor, a fallen Angel

Sanctified, restored by Grace, soared once more

Image from Pixabay.com

~Eily Nash 2019

WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

The tale of the 40D’s and Tiffany’s ;)

O’er, my Beloved’s thoughtless treat has caused me such diistress. He has given given me a bucket 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 of 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…

‘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, maybe a little trinket from Tiffany’s!’ 💍💝💎

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

LOVE, POEM, POETRY

Moonbeam

Image:Pixabay

As the moon pulls the tides of the seas and the oceans, do you feel me, my love, coming to you as warm waves washing upon the shores of your dreams?

I bring to you unspoken driftwood gifts of love, trust and eternal devotion for you to find upon the shifting sands of your lonely shore.

Do you feel the essence of me, playing softly on your skin, dancing and delighting in you, my touch silken as a soft moonbeam.

And in your waking hours will you remember fragments of a fragrant dream, where we danced on water beneath a Lovers moon?

~Eily Nash 2019

Uncategorized

The Colours of You

 

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My Beloved Child, My Jennifer, My first True Love

 

If I were to write the Colours of you, every single facet, every beautiful hue, my beautiful child woman  Jennifer what would your palette be?

The lush green of the trees in a forest of old and the soft silver breeze rustling their leaves.A secret path through ancient woodlands, liminal rites to numinous sights heralded by the Song of the Nightingale, Supernatural Sight of the Crow, Owl’s wise words and peaceful flutterings from the gentle touch of soft Dove’s wings, feathers of black, brown, white and grey, birds singing and calling from night to day. The gossamer whisper of the Fey at play, dancing in a circle of iridescent light of violet, pink, chartreuse, champagne, larimar blue, citrine and cyan, then resting upon rich mossy banks and verdigris lichen covering bark. Drinking nectar from buttercup yellow and evening dew whilst Bluebells ring the song of the rich earth.

Will these colours do, are they the magical colours of you?  There is yet more depth I see, that you reveal to me…

Azure Aegean waters fringed by soft sea foam running upon silver speckled, white washed sands. Shimmering dashes of silver dancing in cobalt blue, fishes darting through coral caverns over opalescent sea shell pink. Starfish and sea horses at play. Whales  cutting through density, singing ancient songs of the Keepers of the Deep followed by chromatic Dolphins dancing on sapphire seas.

Your softness is that of a bird on the wing, the honey bees and a butterfly kiss upon the sweet meadow flowers and fragile violets, delicate snowdrops and wild roses. Yet, within you, the strength born of the ages, forged in the foundries of life. Black Granite and White Marble, crystal caverns of selenite, amethyst, jade, jasper, moldavite and Precious stones of many hues, ruby red, Sapphires blue, emeralds green, topaz, opals and pearls, dazzling diamond light.Your fire and your passion a lava flow, burning fires and embers glow.

All these colours of the earth, the sea and fire reside within you, yet most of all you are My Aniela, My Angel, my heaven sent child.

Sunset rays of red and gold, purple and orange, colours so regal, colours so bold. Moonlight on a star stud blanket of darkest night. Sunrise, proud and resplendent dancing in the morning sky. Clear raindrops kissed by light, rainbows dancing in delight.

My beautiful child woman with Alabaster skin, knowing burnt umber eyes and flowing locks of rich nutmeg hair and a secret smile of a wild rose. The colours of you, are all the colours in this beautiful world, for you, my daughter are all the colours of the world to me. Love Beyond Infinity, your Mother.

For your Birthday and Every day x

 

 

PARANORMAL FICTION, SPIRIT, SPIRITUALITY, Supernatural, Uncategorized

Dancing in the Light of Love ✨

 

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Image by Kristendawn from Pixabay

DANCING THE LIGHT OF LOVE

Phaedra lay half enveloped in the cold snow. Her body was becoming numb, her mind still. A deep peace came over her. The fear and panic of free falling through the air, the sheer horror of realising he had thrown her bodily from the bedroom subsided. Help was coming, was it not?

She had heard the wail of the ambulance; she would be safe in hospital. Disjointed sounds and fragmented voices swam in and out of her awareness, a vague sensation of being lifted, moving at speed, flashing lights, sirens whining. Then the people crowded over her, machines bleeping, monitors, pipes, tubes fixed to her body, aware of it all but not engaged in any of it. The circle of masked faces staring down at her, the bright light glaring, something over her mouth, a voice counting down,‘3, 2, 1  and, yes, she’s under.’

A rapid pulling and a sensation of release as she felt her consciousness detached from the broken body on the operating table. Detached from the drama unfolding in the sterile and white Theatre, she was aware of floating and looking down on the scene unfolding, watching events as through a curtain of gauze, the intensity and urgency of the doctors gathered around the body, her body, barely clinging to life, as the machines whirred into action. She wanted to shout out and tell them it was all right, she was free. The voice of authority cutting through the intensity of the scene,‘She’s going into arrest, stand clear!’

An intense pulsing flash as the volts from the defibrillator surged through her body, and as her body convulsed she saw a tunnel of pure white light, so clear and bright, pure like the driven snow and the light began crystallising and refracting a myriad of rainbow colours. Her awareness left the emergency room and focussed on the intensity of the light, which began to envelope her. In the midst of the light, the outline of a man began to materialise, his hand outstretched in welcome, calling her name, beckoning…

Phaedra became aware of her hand, stretching out to meet his, and her eyes connected with his deep cobalt blue stare and a feeling of joy as recognition of the man began sweeping over her. As their fingers touched, there was a charge of electricity, little blue sparks of light and then a tremendous noise like a sort of sonic rush and they were gone out of the white light and travelling at huge velocity along a tunnel of oscillating multi coloured stars.

Then they were there, but ‘there’ was nowhere whilst paradoxically being everywhere, and there they were but they were not. A realization of being without a solid human body, the man and she were numinous light bodies, floating, merging, at one with each other. A myriad of multi-faceted, vaporous colours, swirling all around. An incredible lightness of being and an understanding of being one’s true self at one’s highest octave, pure spirit. She felt a sense of being part of all that is, all that ever was, and all that would ever be, as her consciousness expanded into infinite space. The man was moving gracefully. Swirling her ecstatically, around and around in a beautiful waltz.

Dancing in the Light of Love.

Two eternal souls, in spirit form, dancing in the light, living in the moment and that moment was eternal. She was part of him just as he was of her, and they were no longer separate entities, but one being becoming the light. The feelings were so sublime, almost unbearably beautiful. In the Light, they became one in bliss. He looked deeply into her very soul, his thoughts resonated within her, and she knew everything else was an illusion and this was the Truth. And the Truth was beautiful.

 

Then everything began closing in and she was aware of becoming pulled once more, the light began fading and as she fought to stay in this blissful place, the force pulling her grew stronger. Her heart ached, torn away from the man. She was aware of a searing burning pain and she was back in the Emergency room, and the strong voice echoed around the sterile room, ‘Well done team, she’s back.’

 

©Eily Nash ~2012

Thank you reading this extract from my supernatural novel “Wychwood”

Available on Amazon

As a Paperback

Or Kindle eBook.

MUSIC, SONG, Uncategorized

Penny’s Scar

Music is a gift from the gods, speaking the language of the Soul. There are certain singers who have a way of deeply channelling the human condition and when we hear their voice, listen, really LISTEN to their lyrics, something resonates deep inside. American Artist Penny’s Scar is one such talent. I came across this beautiful, soulful and sultry Chanteuse on Twitter ( Penny’s Scar @pennys_scar )and her music spoke directly to my heart and my soul. Waves of remembrance washed over me as her words, her tone, her heart itself flowed through her songs. With elegance and grace this beautiful lady takes pain and hurt and suffering and somehow transforms all of that into healing balm. Her gift to the World is of the heart. It comes from the Soul.

I showed appreciation, and we became friends. I love her and would like to share her music, and the magic that is Penny’s Scar with you…

Enjoy the first of a regular feature on EdenDene Books!

 

TREMBLING TO TOUCH THE PAIN

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Image from Twitter @pennys_scar

With Penny’s kind permission, the lyrics to this poignantly beautifully song are shared below, her words are pure poetry…

 

Oh the high will find your soul 

In the shadows wading through love.

The sounds they all fade

Touching sorrow touching the pain

The blackest shade that holds you close

It breathes you in whispering to your soul 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

The ground is cold against the pain

 Darkness melts once held within 

Shadows tinged by emptiness 

The sounds of the night a broken kiss 

The thunder cries a sweet sad song

 It’ll hold you tight it’ll keep you warm 

Trembling now to touch the pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

These powdered lips they are stained 

A broken heart to mend the pain 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now but I’m not afraid

 Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Silence loves I’m not afraid 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me

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©Penny’s Scar

SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, Verse

Nephilim

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An Angel made from pure Love
Looked down from heaven above

His eyes fell upon a Maiden fair
With cornflower eyes and Flaxen Hair

She was comely, she was sweet
He gazed at her, their eyes did meet

Electricity shot though the Angel’s core
A feeling he had never had before

They lay down in bliss with each other
Human form entwined with Angelic lover

And thus a race of Earth giants did begin
Their hero offspring, the Nephilim

 

© Eily Nash (2019)

 
Statue of “The Sons of God Saw the Daughters of Men That They Were Fair”

by Daniel Chester French (Wikipedia)

PARABLE, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized

Two Strangers

A little parable on knowing it is OK  to ask for help if you are not OK…

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Two strangers met in a forest.

“I can’t find my way home,” he said.

“I’m lost too, maybe we can find a our way home through the forest together,” she replied.

He looked uncertain, and shaking his head began to walk away.

“Come back!” she cried, “What if you are going the wrong way?”

“NO!” He shouted, “What if you lead me further into the deep dark woods?”

“What if I don’t? What if I lead you home?” Frustration burning in her dark eyes.

He shook his reluctant head. “You go your way, I will go mine. I don’t need you or anyone to help me, I will find my own way home, ALONE.” Without a backward glance he took off through the dense undergrowth.

Alone and afraid she cried out “Help me!” She thought she heard a whispering in the trees behind her and turning around she saw a feint ray of light shone ahead, just enough to see through the canopy. She moved closer and closer to its source. Realising it was coming from soft sunlight heralding the dawn of a fresh new day she began to run. She knew she would now be able to find a way out of the darkness, following the cookie crumbs the dancing motes of light threw upon the forest floor.

Turning, she called excitedly to him, for now they both could be free and no longer lost. But he was long gone, deeper and deeper into the undergrowth, ensnared and trapped by tangled roots and gnarled old trees in the forest of the night. Even if he had been willing, he was too far away to hear.

Knowing she had lost him, she ran forwards drawn by the intensity of the growing Light. The kiss of the morning Sun caught tears glistening on her face, tears of gratitude for her salvation and of sorrow for the lost stranger who could have become a friend.

Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE, Uncategorized

Fragile Heart

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Knowing she loved him, she gave him her heart.

“Be gentle, it has been broken many times before,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I will hold your heart in my hands,” he smiled.

“I couldn’t take anymore heartache,” she was uncertain.

“Trust me,” he reassured her and reaching out he took her heart. But the warmth was too much and as the heat intensified it became red hot and he dropped her fragile heart.

“So sorry!” he said as he watched it shatter into a million pieces.

It was too late, for she was already dead…

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SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Those Blue Eyes

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Image by intographics from Pixabay

 

They say that eyes are the window to the soul. This is a true story about a pair of blue eyes I once saw and never, ever forgot.

An ordinary day, an ordinary shopping mall. I was weighed down, not by shopping, but those concerns life throws at us time to time, heavy burdens we have to carry because there is no one else can take them from us. And if they did? Would we loose valuable life lessons? Only the passage of time, experience and the growth self awareness will tell.

So there I was, walking along alone, lost in thoughts. From a long way off I was aware of Him. Call it charisma, personal magnetism, kismet…I was brought back into the here and now with a powerful pull. He was beautiful, those eyes, those mesmerising eyes. They were a shade of cobalt blue I absolutely adore. I was all at once transfixed and shy, desperately wanting to go and say ‘Hi, how are you?’ But I couldn’t. Rooted to the spot, I watched him glide by, and something passed in his eyes. He looked at me and I at him and I just had an overwhelming sense of ‘knowing’ and a feeling of total and unconditional love, something that had been in short supply for a very long time. His body may have been broken. His Soul Light was mesmerising in it’s intensity!

He was maybe seventy years old, white hair and beard covering a tanned, weather beaten face. I no longer remember what he wore, just that his legs had been removed below the knee and he guided his wheelchair skilfully through the throng of people. I so wished I had chased after him, spoken, asked questions…But…

Many times I hoped I would see him again, in a small town you do tend to see the same ‘faces’ but I never did. I never forgot those cobalt eyes. He became the inspiration for Peter Cabot, Doctor and Spirit Guide, in my book ‘Wychwood’.

That day I believe I was touched by an Angel…And my personal burdens were somehow so much lighter.

An Angel with blue eyes, incredible cobalt blue eyes…

 

SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

The Broken Heart

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Image by A_Different_Perspective from Pixabay

 

Phaedra woke with a start. Her heart shape face was wet with tears, the dream still hanging vivid and lucid in the room. Tears falling for the hurt child within this woman, tears falling for the passage of so many years, filled with too many hurts. Tears falling for all those other souls in pain, whose hearts also ached from so much sorrow.

Phaedra woke with a start. Her heart shape face was wet with tears, the dream still hanging vivid and lucid in the room. Tears falling for the hurt child within this woman, tears falling for the passage of so many years, filled with too many hurts. Tears falling for all those other souls in pain, whose hearts also ached from so much sorrow.

Closing her eyes, she became aware of a soothing sensation, as if gentle soft hands were caressing her face, wiping away the tears, stroking her hair, as one would a child. She felt strong hands remove her evil husband’s grasp from her body. In her mind’s eye, within that special screen where clairvoyant scenes had played since as long as she could remember, an image began to form;-

On a black velvet pillow, a red organic mass, which she knew to be her heart, lay pumping and pulsating erratically, weak feeble beats alternating with rapid panic-stricken throbs. The tubes and arteries extended out across the darkness, connected to nothing, going nowhere. Blackened and wizened at the extremities. The heart was whole, but slowly cracks and fissures appeared rending it apart, huge chasms ripping the breaking heart asunder from the ventricles which fed it leaked weak rivulets of blood. The erratic beats started to slow, the pulsations now just involuntary spasms, the heart was dying and darkness was closing in. Then a voice, clear, strong, and powerful reverberated in the dark theatre of her mind,

‘This is your pain born of this lifetime, these are your wounds.’

A pair of hands appeared over the stricken heart. Hovering over the heart drawing and pulling dark, shadowy shapes and forms from the crippled organ. As each dark mass was pulled forth, a fissure closed, the chasms began to shrink. The hands were now pulsating, beaming a high frequency of energy emitting particles of vibrant white light. Piece by sorry piece the torn and rent heart began to meld together. The hands of light picked up the heart from the blood soaked black velvet pillow and gently encased it within a warm and healing embrace.

Phaedra now clearly saw her strong, healthy heart. It was whole, complete, and no longer beating in the blackness, but held in radiant golden light. Suddenly filled with an electric jolt she felt the heart placed into her own body. The hands of light were now golden and held together in the prayer position. They slowly unfolded to reveal a holographic slideshow, of many people, times and places. The scenes played out and once again, the voice resonated over the moving picture show with the words:-

‘I have taken and healed your pain

Torn the hurst of many lifetimes

from the recesses of your heart’

As words and images faded away in a violet haze, Phaedra felt the soft brush of an Angel’s wing…Opening her eyes she saw a small white feather fluttering to the floor.

 

©Eily Nash 2012

Thank you for reading this short extract from my book “Wychwood”

 

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, Verse, WRITING & BLOGGING

Silent Scream

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Beautiful Image by Kellepics on Pixabay

 

Lost in the forests of the night

No sun, no moon or soft starlight

Lonely life but a waking dream

No one hears the silent scream

Searching for the hand of Grace

Reaching down to this heavy place

Fragile heart broken beyond repair

Fragments scattering into the air

Fall bleeding onto the forest floor

Broken body and lost soul no more

 

Eily Nash~2019

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, MAGIC OF NATURE, OCCULT, SOUL, SPIRIT, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized

The Yggdrasil

 

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Tree Of Life from Pinterest

 

Would that I were the wild West Wind

And you, a tree rooted in complacency

I would blow a storm into your world

Shaking dead leaves from your boughs

And uncloaked, you would stand bare

Bathed by the soft Light of the Moon

Staring in wonder at the cloth of heaven

Drawn over you by the hand of Night

 

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Sleep now, my love, beneath starry skies

‘Til the stirrings of Spring awakens you

Kissed by rain and soft sunlight, reborn

Will you remember me, the raging storm 

Gifting  you with  ‘knowing’, my Yggdrasil…

When all is still in the forest of your mind

Hear my voice, a whisper on the West Wind

 

You felt the kiss of morning rain and soft sunlight 

and as we danced with the stars in the heavens above

You finally learned to live, My Love…

 

Eily Nash ~2018

SHORT STORY, Uncategorized, WRITER, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Almost Certain Death 

Please welcome a very special guest writer to EdenDene Books, my talented 15 year old son Ryan Nash. Here is Chapter One of a spooky tale, just right for a cold winter’s night!

 

Chapter 1: Almost Certain Death 

I remember it well, now there were two boys they came tearing around the corner in complete fear and terror. I didn’t really understand what exactly they were running from as it was in a dark, narrow, treelined passage. I heard heavy footsteps getting louder and louder from around the corner. I felt as if I was about to find out what the boys were running from.

Then a loud spine-chilling roar came from around the corner and everyone froze. The two boys slowly turned around. A tall dark silhouette stepped out of the shadows as a thick supernatural mist rose from the ground. The footsteps became increasingly louder and louder. I became frozen with fear as the shadow grew. 

The two boys began to run and barged past me with brute force. But, I, I was still completely frozen. I wanted to run but it felt like there was a force that was holding me back. I physically and mentally couldn’t bring myself to do it. Suddenly silence descended, all I could hear was the beating of my heart like waves crashing on a rocky shore. Electricity crackled in the air as the suspense grew even more. I looked back up the shadow… was gone. 

The mist began to clear up I couldn’t believe my eyes, in its place was a small kitten sitting there cleaning its paws. The small black cat looked up at me and it had deep blood red eyes. It winked at me and scurried away back around the corner.

I was so stunned by what had just happened and I knew there was much more to it all than just a small innocent creature because the shadow and the vicious roaring was so much more than a kitten could have caused. Just everything about the situation seemed off, why would two teenage boys run away in fear and terror from something so fragile and timid as a kitten? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I wanted to find out what that kitten really was I wanted to find out the truth about why those boys were so terrified. My curiosity had gotten the better of me once again as I decided to follow the kitten even knowing that it might be something so much more… supernatural… then a kitten. I began to walk forward going down the dark avenue for trees and around the corner. I couldn’t quite see what was further down the passage looked like an endless narrow path covered in overgrown vegetation and vines. 

I had been walking for about twenty minutes when I saw a light at the end of the passage. It looked like an opening to another place, another universe. I felt a warm breeze coming for the opening at the end of the passage. As I got closer to the end of the passage, I could see the small kitten sitting, looking into the distance. I began to slowly edge myself toward the kitten, but I stepped on a stick which alerted the kitten that it had company. The kitten twitched its ear and slowly turned its head. When the kitten looked up at me, so my eyes met its and I felt like it was staring into my soul but instead of feeling immense fear like I did earlier I was flooded with a sense of calm and weightlessness. 

The kitten tilted its head slightly and slowly looked away, but as I begun to walk towards it and close the distance between us the kitten got up and slowly walked away from me, yet again going around another corner breaking my line of sight with it. As I came to the very end of the passage what I saw was breath taking. It was indeed like an alternate universe before I was just speculating the thought, but it really was. The sky was red and the sun or what I think was the sun was deep ocean blue.

I looked in front of me and it looked like a forest of some sort the trees were black with red leaves. I looked over and the kitten was sitting by a tree looking up at the sky again. The kitten got up and walked behind the tree but, what came out of the other side of the tree was no kitten. A young man with black hair and deep blood red eyes stood in the place of where the kitten once was. 

‘I knew it!’ I said to myself. I knew that the kitten was something more than a kitten I just didn’t expect the kitten to be a man. He stood tall looking back up at the sky, I walked over toward him intrigued as to who or what he was.

 

© Ryan Nash ~2018

Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Black Friday Freebie

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Fancy a  …

A delicous  for you…

“Meet Me At Midnight”

Free on the Apple Bookstore ~Get your copy now!

A delicious collection of short stories, with supernatural undercurrents…

Midnight Movies ~Night, that strange nocturnal world, inhabited by amoral London drug dealer  ‘H’ who may have just sold his soul to the Devil.

Beguiled By Beauty ~ ‘I am an actress,’ she said, ‘A weaver of dreams and a maker of magic!’ Maude beguiles a married man in a  bar in MidTown, New York. Will he betray his wife?

Dancing To Darkness ~ Johanna choses to ‘Dance with the Devil’ when she takes up with Nick Mephistopheles only to find there is a price to pay. Nick already owns New York City and now he wants to own her, body and soul.

On A starlit Sea ~ “If you could, would you?” From her Manhattan Penthouse, Stella looks out over the twinkling lights of New York searching for something…or someone.

Angel Of The North ~ Darkness comes creeping in and Cassie is lost and alone under Newcastle’s iconic ‘Angel Of The North’. A beguiling stranger offers to guide her  way home, to herself. Will she accept his help?

 

 

WRITING & BLOGGING

Mysteries of Love

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With his beautiful mind and stellar intellect, Helios was an adept of depth psychology reading people like the pages in a book. 

But  when it came to her, unable to decipher his own  feelings, the Supernova that was Elara remained an enigma, and so the mysteries of love, like the furthest reaches of the Universe, eluded him. 

 

Eily Nash ~2018

Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Lonely Heart

 

 

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She was a dangerous secret, kept hidden from the world.

How could he explain that when he looked into her Obsidian eyes he was afraid of what he saw looking back,  reflections of the darkness in his own soul.

Who could understand, when he could not make sense of it himself, the deep feeling of love he had for the Nightwalker dwelling in the tangled forest of his mind?

Many women came and many women went, as he tried to forget her. But he knew she was just a whisper away and if he were to say her name, she come. Yet fear kept him silent for he knew only she could assuage the longing in the dark recesses of his lonely heart … 

 

Eily Nash ~2018

SHORT STORY, TREES, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Benediction of the Trees

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Phaedra was aware the sun was hanging low in the sky and would be setting shortly. She would need to make haste if she were to avoid the impending gloom once it disappeared into the horizon. Her mind had been full of thoughts of the talking Owl she had met in the Night Garden at dusk yesterday. She had been eager to share with Hepzibah, who smiling, had observed, ‘That garden is full of witch’s weeds, you need to realise that some of those herbs can be hallucinogenic, My Lovely.’

Once again, Phaedra was left confused by the paradoxes she was encountering in Wychwood. Either the veil between worlds really was very thin or else she was suffering serious delusions. As the overgrown dirt track meandered downhill, her eyes were firmly fixed upon her next step in an attempt to avoid stumbling on the loose pebbles. Nimbly side stepping one of the many offerings left by an equine traveller who had preceded her on the ramble, Phaedra looked up as a glint of light caught the corner of her eye. Stopping in her tracks, she became aware of a perfect circle of chestnut trees as she watched the sunlight dappling golden light on the rich green leaves. The branches slowly swayed to the music of a gentle breeze, leaves quivering and dancing to the soft low hum of the wind. Golden light twinkling and sparkling on the rich verdant leaves and the deep brown nuts that littered the floor, cracked open from their protective spiky casings.

Gently stepping over the fallen harvest, Phaedra answered their invitation and stepped within the circle of trees, noting by the girth of their trunks and the strength of the long outstretched branches, that these were indeed Grande Dames of the woodland. Their age and wisdom were apparent from their gnarled and knotted yet strong proud and beautiful trunks. Their outstretched limbs intertwining and interconnecting with each other, embracing each other in an intricate lattice work of wood which seemed to grow tighter and more close knit as Phaedra moved to the centre,
‘Ah, the circle is cast!’ she thought.

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The norns Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld beneath the world tree Yggdrasil (1882) by Ludwig Burger.

Within their protective conclave she became aware of a quiet communication, first between the whispers of the wind, and then between each sister tree. With a jolt, she realised that the trees were speaking not only to each other, but also to her, to Phaedra! They were imbuing her with a sense of themselves, of what it felt like to have roots that sank deep down into the verdant rich dark soil, their root systems mirroring the branches above, all interconnected and intertwined. Phaedra felt tingles in the soles of her feet and with a start realised that she had sunk ankle deep into the earth, but she did not feel any fear, just an awareness that her toes; the bones and nervous system and veins seemed to be growing and extending beyond the confines of her flesh.
She was growing roots!

Roots that meandered through the earth, touching, connecting, wrapping around those of the trees that surrounded her, and it felt good. Phaedra raised her arms up high in sheer joy, and once again the tingle, and her fingers seemed to elongate, the flesh, veins, bones, nervous systems stretching, stretching up to the tall branches, connecting, weaving, latticing into those of her sisters around her, for now Phaedra felt at one in the circle of the Horse Chestnut sisters.

Above her upturned face, the sun in a final swan song, burst through the density of the leaves, bathing Phaedra in a golden light. It felt so good to pull the light of the sun into her body. She felt it travel through her limbs and trunk, and then as the sun sank on the horizon she became aware that all was suddenly dark. From the blackness of this void a light appeared, whirling before her eyes, as its motion slowed to a standstill, there hanging in the nothingness was a perfect golden hexagon. And within the six points of the star, a silver tree was transposed, its branches perfectly fitting the three upper points of the star, and its root system stretched out in symmetry over the lower three points of the star. Then a blinding flash of light in the centre of her brain and the symbol seemed to be absorbed through her crown chakra with the words,
As Above, So Below.’
In that moment in time, Phaedra knew the cosmic synergy of heaven and Earth and the importance of the trees as fully sentient beings upon the Earth, working in Divine Service of Source.

Then nothingness, the void.

The loud chattering of the birds stirred her to her senses. Phaedra was surprised to see the Sun was rising, no doubt awoken from her slumber by the sweet call of the birdsong.
She was lying curled up on a carpet of springy moss and sweet smelling chamomile, under the protection of one of the huge Chestnut trees. Stirring to remember how she had come to be here, a whirl of thoughts flooded her mind and senses…feelings of being one with the trees, of having roots that stretched deep down into Gaia’s warmth and received sustenance and grounding; of having strong branches that stretched heavenwards. She felt the warmth of the sun bringing life giving energy down through her body, she recalled the feelings of pleasure of having beautiful leaves, and bearing flowers and fruit that in turn delighted and nourished. She was pleased by the shelter she gave to the birds of the air, the insects, and creatures of the forest. Of the pleasure of the wood nymphs coming to dance and play, and the heavenly delight of being of service to the Light of Source and beloved Mother Gaia by providing oxygen on the Planet.

As Phaedra stood and stretched, she noticed a young sapling delicately rising from the rich earth just by the strongest and oldest tree. From one of its tender young branches a glint caught Phaedra’s eye. Stretching out her hand, she felt a familiar tingle, and there in her palm was a perfect silver six-pointed star pendant, on which a tree was wrought in gold.

The young tree seemed to whisper on the wind…

‘My gift to you, Mother…’

Phaedra knew her child, laying still within her womb, would be born with the wisdom and strength of the trees.

As above, so below.

© Eily Nash ~ 2012

Extract from my book “Wychwood” available on Amazon.

Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

The Games People Play

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Kyle was a star Poker player He kept his cards close to his chest, never showing his hand, confident his next move would be undetected until he made it.

That was until he met Nell.

It wasn’t until the last hand, he realised that all along Nell held all the aces even though Poker was not her game.

Chess was.

Nell was used to taking King’s down, planning her moves many steps ahead.Too late, Kyle realised he needed to change his game.

Checkmate…Game Over…

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Eily Nash ~ 2018

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POEM, POETRY, Relationships, Uncategorized

Bittersweet Symphony

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Knowing you did me wrong

I penned the lyrics to a song

Oh the sweetest agony

Of your truth and lies

Behind innocent eyes

You played me hot

You played me cold

Who would you choose

Could I bear to lose?

Was it her? Was it me?

Was I your Queen

Was she your scene?

What are you to me?

A bittersweet symphony.

~Eily Nash~

Dark Verse, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING

North of Midnight

 

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Beguiled by her terrible beauty

And the lure of Obsidian eyes 

I followed her essence willingly

Into a midnight velvet world

Only to find my beloved’s heart

Forged in a foundry of darkness

Somewhere North of Midnight

Had captured my eternal soul

 

 

Eily Nash~2018