FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POEM, POETRY

Petals of a Dying Rose

I am awe of those who create beauty through words, art and music. Those special souls who take the pain we all encounter in life and turn it into something of incredible beauty. I love this poem by Randy Wiley, a poet and writer who does just that. This is a symphony of words. Just beautiful. ❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️

✨Follow my talented friend on Twitter✨

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POETRY, Verse, WRITING

A Witch’s Moon

Deep within a magical wooded hollow

He beheld her, The Lady, standing there

Fading light upon her rich auburn hair.

Dressed in a delicate gown of Autumn brown

Slender fingers beckoned to him, follow

As they danced to the song of the rich earth

Leaves of burnished brown slowly fell down

Beneath a canopy of silvery soft starlight

And golden honeyed light of a Witch’s moon

Enchanted by the Lady of the Greenwood

The Lord of the forest, her consort that night.

 

Eily Nash ~ 2019

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Photo by Alise AliNari on Pexels.com

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, POETRY, SPELLCRAFT, Supernatural, Verse

Do Not Fall In Love

 

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The Crystal Ball by John William Waterhouse (1902, oil on canvas)

 

 

Do not fall in love with me

I do not exist in your reality

All you feel is just imaginary

In shadowlands do I dwell

A Sorceress casting spells

By skying arts I do foretell

Words you will not want to hear

And so will fall many bitter tears

Loving one from another Sphere

 

Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

 

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, MAGIC OF NATURE, POEM, POETRY, WRITING

Forest Of Hearts

Can you hear the song of the trees

Sweet notes of bronze, red and gold

Dreams of fire falling at your feet

Carried on the wings of the breeze

Gaia’s Autumn carpet gently unfolds

In the forest of hearts as Lovers meet

Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

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Beautiful Image: DarkSouls 1 at Pixabay.co

POEM, POETRY, Relationships, soulmate, WRITING

No Roses 🌹

I want no red roses, romance or vapid poetry. Perfume, gifts and jewellery, these things are not for me.

Put no rings upon my fingers, nor chains around my soul.

Bring me the dark heart of night, an Adepts power & passion’s flame burning bright within a pure white Lily flower.

Take me by the hand and walk along moonlit shores at the ebb tide of the sea, lay upon the shifting sands of time and bare your soul to me.

Then under a canopy of stars love me endlessly.

Eily Nash~2019

FICTION & POETRY, POETRY, Uncategorized

It’s Complicated…

A warm welcome back to EdenDene Books to favourite writer and poet, the awesomely talented Randy Wiley. A true Southern gentleman, this talented Texan’s words are a delicious delight ✨🌹✨❤️✨🌹✨

Follow my good friend and fellow writer on Twitter for updates on his work and also his refreshing and inspiring take on life!

POETRY

To The Summer Sky

I am hugely honoured and excited to share with my readers the work of modern Poet, Stefan Fountouris . This beautiful man writes words of love deeply from his heart and in doing so touches other hearts, minds and speaks to Souls. His muse is the beautiful and enigmatic Edi. What a perfect gift of Love to be immortalised in poetry

 

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To the summer sky

I sang from

Eclipsing stone circle

I sang to the stars

To the moon

Until the sky darkened

Too soon and every

Star stood in clear lines

I stood in awe

Counting the lights

When love came

To me lifting me high

Into the night sky

Like a butterfly….

© Stefan Fountouris Every Emotion Poetry (2019)

 

You can find and follow Every Emotion Poetry on Twitter @everyemotionP1 💕✨💕✨💕

 

 

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 🔥

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, 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 *

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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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

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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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

©Eily Nash -2019

For Peter Cabot-My Guiding Light, Always ✨

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
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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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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Image:Arthur Rackam’s “Freia”

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
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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Image:Pixbay

 

Eily Nash

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

Beautiful image: Pixabay.com

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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Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay

 

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

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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

 

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

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..

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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

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

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

POEM, POETRY, Relationships, Uncategorized

Bittersweet Symphony

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Image:Pixabay.com

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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Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

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

POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

On The Wings Of The Wind

 

 

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Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

 

Deep in the dark caverns of your mind

Thoughts threatening to capsize you

A small boat without safe harbour

Lost upon a vengeful and merciless sea …

 

My heart has heard your cries of pain

Felt the heavy burden of unspoken words

Weighing you down with secrets untold

Brought to me on the wings of the wind…

 

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Photo by Denis Yudin on Pexels.com

 

And as a Lighthouse in the darkness

Allow me cast Hope upon your despair

Come find your way back home to me

For just one moment in time, stand still…

 

We shall drink in the sweetness of life

Smile at bees and wild flowers dancing

Walk  through tall meadow grass

Listening to love whisper in the trees…

 

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Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

 

For the magic of nature feels

The yearning of your heart

And I, your Soul friend, reach out

And silently say “I know…”

 

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

 

© Eily Nash 2018

 

 

 

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Lament for a Lost Love

 

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The Lament of Jephthahs Daughter (c1880) George Elgar Hicks

 

 

At the Twilight of the day

 

When the sun dies away

 

I see you standing there

 

Fading light upon your hair…

 
 
 

Feel me reach for your hands

 

Across time’s shifting sands

 

Beloved, come to me, I implore

 

Our Souls entwined evermore

 
 
 

Do I yearn for you in vain?

 

Do you not suffer as I do?

 

Hear me cry, feel my pain!

 

My aching Soul calls to you!

 
 
 

At the dying of the light

 

And the coming of the night

 

Like the ebb tide of the sea

 

You fade away from me…

 

 

© Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

Someone To Watch Over Me

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You put a smile on your face

But it can’t hide that  place

Behind your fathomless eyes

Where such deep sadness lies

All those secrets you hold

And stories never to be told

Your emotions under control

Pain searing your Innocent Soul…

I look and have eyes to see

For what is in you, is in me.

© Eily Nash ~ 2018

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

Secret Desire

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Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton (1864)

 

When Two Worlds Collide

Behind innocent words

And Fathomless eyes

Silent Expectations Spark

Flames Of Secret Desire …

 

 

 

This beautiful & evocative painting is in the National Gallery of Ireland

 

 

 

 

 

POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Wine of Desire

1835_Ary_Scheffer_-_The_Ghosts_of_Paolo_and_Francesca_Appear_to_Dante_and_Virgil
1985-Ary Sceffer The Ghosts of Paolo and Francesca appear to Dante & Virgil

By the light of a fire burning bright

The Lady sought love in the night

Desire ignited within her dark eyes

She went to him with innocent guise

In his chamber her Lord did wait

With his black heart full of hate

After Hearts and bodies did entwine

He gave her a goblet of ruby wine

The venom brought her to the floor

He told his wife he loved her no more

It was another who set him aflame

He was callous and without shame

As the poisoned wine her life did take

A final promise she did make

Beyond the grave, his cruel crime

He would rue until the end of time

♥~♥~♥

Eily Nash 2015

ART, MYTH, POETRY, Verse

Lily Flame

 

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau ~ La Nuit (1883)

Lady Lily Flame

My Lady,  My Love, My Lily Flame

Do you wear a sullied cloak of shame

Has purity and innocence taken flight

To the beguiling dark embrace of Night

Nyx and Erebus, alluring, starless charms

Mists enticing you into seductive arms

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Guileless innocence, without blame

Deny the Ferryman his Stygian fee

From Thanatos tenebrous domain flee

By  flames of Winter burning bright

Take safe passage through the  night

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Capricious gods may play Night’s game

Gates of the rising sun light the way

To sanctuary of Hemera’s breaking day

Purified by the kiss of the  Morning Dew

Absolution and Benediction fall on you

~Eily Nash 2015

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau~Day (1881)