Drawing Down The Moon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Who is this woman?

She seems to shine like the dawn.

She seems as beautiful as the moon.

She seems as bright as the sun.

She is as wonderful as the stars’

And in return Evelyn  whispered softly.

‘My Beloved is mine, and I am his.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What are you doing’, he puzzled.

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

‘I am the Maiden,

I am the Mother

and I am the Crone

I am the Hart and the Moon gazing Hare

I am the Holly, the Ivy, the Oak

I am the Owl, the Nightingale and the Crow

I am the Forest, the Meadow,

I am the Hearth and the Home

I am the Rivers, the Oceans and Seas,

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

I am your Hopes, your Fears and all your Desires

….all that there is dwells in me

I am the Goddess of the Triple Trinity.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Eily Nash 2012

Extract from my paranormal romance ” Torn From The Heart”

Voices From The Void

Voices from the Void
Whispering…

‘Daughter come home.’

Eons pass
The Whispers call louder

Through the density of Matter
The illusion of Time

‘Daughter come home.’

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

The Void. Calling me… Home.

Eily Nash ~ 2022

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Dimpsey Dusk ~A Fairytale narrated by Dave Thomas

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Beneath the light of a Flower Moon, the Faerie Queen looked upon her blessed realms of The Summerlands,  stretching as far as the eye can see. Beauty reaching to infinity.

Dimpsey Dusk narrated by Dave Thomas

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

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

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



DIMPSEY DUSK

I’d heard many an ancient story told, of the magic the Bluebell Woods may hold. Did I believe it, was it for real? If a mortal man stood in a faerie ring, precious time was something they would steal. Could there really be such a thing? The thoughts rattled around my head, I admit by curiosity I was led. It was back in the merry month of May, as I recall, ’twas Beltane day and  just as the dimpsey dusk had begun to fall, I heard enchantment call. 

I set off down a country lane, clambering over stiles, a rickety bridge across a rhyne and through the fields of Barley, until I stood at the entrance to the Bluebell Woods. I had left the world so mundane, seeking the magic that lives in a space beyond the confines of time. I stood very still, barely holding my breath. What if the myths were true, could meeting the Fae really cause a man’s death? Beautiful Bluebells, their scent pervaded the air. Suddenly I did not care as their tinkling chimes dispelled my fear, I could sense the magic as I drew near.

With glow worms to light the way, I followed a winding trail, determined to return to tell the tale. The leaves begin to sway, dancing to the birds signalling the end of day. Then I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. A little fellow, so dapper and neat. He had a suit of red and green, such a creature I had never seen. Shiny black shoes with silver buckles upon his feet. With cheerful words he greeted me, ‘Good Sir, Merry Meet!’

I was so surprised when he spoke and  told me he was of the Elven folk. Reaching up, he took my hand and led me into an enchanted land.How blessed was I to see a sight, granted to a mortal man that warm Summer's night. In a clearing in the woods, the Beltane fire burned high and bright. Beside the Elf, I felt brave and I felt bold, and so I stood, quite at ease and protected by the trees, and watched it all unfold.

I was midst the Royal Court of the Fae as their magical May procession got underway, led by the Faerie Queen and her Holly King. Oh her beauty had to be seen! Her silken gown was spun from gossamer threads, a golden diadem upon her lovely head. Her flaxen hair was loose and long and came tumbling down. Her Consort, a majestic sight as he took her hand and they sallied forth into the night. The Faerie folk, Elves, Hobgoblins, Dryads, Sprites and Nymphs all bowed down to She who wore the Green Wood Crown. 

Enchanted I watched as their Majesties walked by, the Faerie Queen caught my eye. She beckoned me to join her entourage and follow the retinue. I did not hesitate, grabbing the little Elf by the hand, I did as she bid me to and went further into the deep dark woods. Along the way Fireflies flew, tiny sparks of  dazzling, dancing light, as the procession came through.

By the Beltane fire, I saw two thrones, hewn from ancient stone. I felt the power build and rise from the forest floor. I had wandered through a liminal corridor. A land of beauty, magic, song and dance. The whole forest was alive, and I was entranced. Beetles, bugs and Bees joined in the festivities. There was nectar to sip and cake to eat. A giant toadstool became my seat. Fallow Deer, Badgers, Stoats, Mice, Foxes, Hedgehogs and Voles are came creeping shyly in to pay homage to the Faerie Queen. Such marvellous sights, the like of which I had never seen!

And through the night music played, on a Harpsichord, flutes and Mandolins, and a Nightingale sang madrigals and songs of Courtly love. Oh how we danced and twirled and spun in circles, round and round. My feet hardly touched the ground! And then from somewhere high above, I heard a Barn Owl screech and in a happy, dizzy haze I fell upon the forest floor. The sights and sounds receded, I looked but although he was needed, my Elven friend was somewhere out of reach.

Beneath the light of a Flower Moon, the Faerie Queen looked upon her blessed realms of The Summerlands,  stretching as far as the eye can see. Beauty reaching to infinity. With a wave of her magic wand and the mists begin to rise around Avalon. Sleep fell upon me, and enchanted by the  Queen of the Green Wood’s spell, I kept the secret. For their story I would never tell.

Eily Nash ~2020

Bitter~Sweet Addiction

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



Eily Nash ~2022

A Trilogy of Love’s Magic

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

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

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Beautiful Butterfly from Pixabay
My eyes tilted toward the stars

I am breathless

For in this moment

I let go

Sinking into midnights seduction

My heart beats softer here

Closer to the quiet

Deeper inside

Where clover fields weave

Into a rhythmic sway

Echoes of dragonfly wings

Swindling the air

As I lay here

Peacefully dreaming

In shades of you


~Raymondé
A Witchy woman was she

Her mistral winds bent the trees 

Electric storms crept into view

Silhouettes flashed in cerulean blue

The dragon’s eyes watched with delight 

A scarlet butterfly dance in the night

Forbidden lovers trapped in a spell

Washed away in the rains that fell 

A brief reprieve from the torturous days 

Soon their Witchy friend would find a way 

Potions, spells and magick brew

Gossamer tales always come true



~Randy Wiley 

Image from Pixabay
Autumn leaves are falling. 

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

What mortal hand can hold the dance of Dragonflies?

Winter bids me sleep, Spring calls to you. 

Fly away, fly high, on  gossamer wings. 

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

This body grows old and dies. 

My heart, forever young, sings. 

Eternal love, unlike changing seasons, is never done.

~Eily Nash

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Eyes of the Witch

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

She saw deep into the souls of men.

Their secrets, fears, hopes and desires.

Such was the power of the witch.

She needed no obsidian scrying glass.

Some scorned her for her second sight.

Some found her an illuminating Light.

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

~Eily Nash

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Night’s Magic

Image by Eily Nash





Meet me on the field of dreams

Where nothing is as it seems

Deep in the realms of dark fantasy

Desire brought us together in reality

Summoned by power of Witch light

Love and lust lit up the heart of night

Dawn broke and the cold light of day

Crept in to steal night’s magic away✨





~Eily Nash





Angel Wings

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

The Angel, hearing her call, came .

And stood and wept.

For he knew the burden was hers alone to carry.

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

How else would she too get her wings to fly?


~Eily Nash

Dream Dancer

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay
The Day is done, tired thoughts slowly fade to grey. Do you find comfort, as you lay down your weary head on the island of your bed? Drifting on the shifting sands of reality upon the shores of sleep. The Sandman will soon take you sailing into the void and blessed oblivion of the deep.


Catch the Moon beams as they come dancing in a playful game, glancing off the window panes, across the ceiling and upon the walls. They turn the darkness of your room into sacred, hallowed halls.


For in twilight hours and liminal space, nothing is as it truly seems. Do you want to walk into the forest of the night? I will take you through numinous mists and midnight rays of Light, onto the field of dreams.


Lady La Luna’s tendrils weave Her gossamer, silken strands, enticing you back to the Heavens above. Entranced by the music of the night, dancing across the stars, into the arms of the pure Light of Love.


The Lady heard the yearning of your Soul to be free, to be whole. There is so much more to see, so much more for you to be! Forget life’s silent screams, believe in Magick and know that you are innocent when you dream.


With the rising of the sun, the mysteries of night are done. Leaving fragrant fragments like blossom on the breeze and the whisper of the trees, beyond reason, beyond rhyme. Moments that breathe, in fragile memories of the Truth, we only find by stepping outside time.</p>



Eily Nash ~2020

Spellbound

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

Keys of the Night

From Pixabay

The mystery and magic of She who holds the keys of night began to unfold as my words delicately caressed her fragrant skin.

Black velvet robe falling to the floor, she brought me to my knees and pulled me in deeper, deeper to swim in seas of sensuality.

Enticed, enchanted, charmed …

I fell under my own spell, for that Witch of mine, she knew me well. In her eyes and in her arms I found both the agonies and ecstasies of heaven and hell.

Eily Nash ~2021


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Power of Love

She had a special way with words, knew how to soothe his unquiet Soul. Written in velvet, wrapped in silk, the Truth fell upon his hungry ears. For with a magic touch, the woman knew just how to ease his fears. Was it witchcraft, he never knew. She smiled, for her power was so much more than the arcane arts.

Love heals all.

Eily Nash ~2021

Secret Smiles

They look and wonder

At the mystery of us

…And we smile

Secret smiles

For who could tell

Of a Love that crossed

The eons and ages of man

All dimensions of time

It is only when night falls

The Truth is revealed…

For the story of you and I

Is written in the ink of eternity

Only the Sky knows of

Gods who walk amongst men

Yet sit upon Star Strewn thrones.

Eily Nash ~2020

Queen of Witchery

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A golden crown upon my head

Clothed in a gossamer gown

I sit upon a silver throne

My palace is my heart’s home

I have no subjects, I am all alone

All cares, burdens, concerns unladen

For others sins, I have long atoned

From skies above the Goddess looked down

Upon her broken and lost Handmaiden

The Lady in Her mercy revealed to me

Her Majesty and Secrets of alchemy

Now I preside from the seat of my soul

I am healed and whole.

Queen of all Witchery

Eily Nash ~2020

 

Beautiful Fairytale

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

~Eily Nash

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Beautiful image from Pixabay

Magic power of a wishing flower

white dandelion under blue sky and white cloud
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Sweet Dandelion
Do you wait patiently for me
To come along and set you free
I’ve heard plenty an aged tale told
Of the magic a Dandelion holds.
Is that so little wishing flower?
Do you have such magic power?

I bid of thee, fly free, Blessed Be.
Bring my heart’s desire back to me!
Scatter through the fields and trees
Soft starburst on the gentle breeze
Treasured seed falls to Mother Earth
Within each one the promise of rebirth

…And so the dance of life goes on…

© Eily Nash

Lily Flame

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