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POETRY WRITING

Whispers…

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And I loved him.

In that secret place

Where only the Soul hears the whispers of the heart.

And he?

I was no more the a safe space

A moment in time, shared.

I heard him cry in the wilderness.

Reached out my hand…

For a while he clung to me, but then feeling strong, he set me free…

And I?

Well, I could sink and die or just accept it was what it was.

Move on with my life, knowing I had loved…

Ohh… how I loved…

Him.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Tears from the Moon

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‘Why did my Prince leave me so?’ I searched the sky, looking for reasons why.

The Stars, one by one, put out their Light and tears fell from the Moon.

‘Princess, it is not for us to tell,’ whispered the West wind.

And I?

Shrouded in a blanket of the dark heart of night, could only cry…For my Sin in loving him…

Still💔

Eily Nash~2020

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LOVE POEM POETRY WRITING

Cashmere Kisses

I closed my eyes, felt the touch of her cashmere kiss upon my face as she traced my lips with velvet finger tips. In that moment, I was lost. There was no going back. My gentle Lady had wrapped me in a gossamer blanket of love.

Eily Nash ~2020

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POETRY Relationships SOUL WRITING & BLOGGING

Bones of Carrion

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…And so they come to feed, like raptors on your flesh until you are no more than the bones of carrion. You did not see them for what they were, until it was too late. Behind innocent eyes a deep sea of jealousy lies. There is no kindness in words that cut the fabric of a soul.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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micro fiction WRITING & BLOGGING

Enigmatic Eyes

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She was a Writer, weaving stories around the emotions she read in others. He was a charming enigma. Eyes, deep as the cold North sea. She searched their dark depths, looking for answers but chose to leave her unasked question hanging in the air.

Who or what had poisoned his heart to love? Would he tell? She doubted that. A mystery she would have to unravel, as with a greedy ear she anticipated listening to the tales he may or may not share.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE WRITING

Quantum Fields

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

Where do you begin and I end?

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

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

Two charged particles of Light, meeting and merging in a quantum field in the dark heart of night.

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

Only the secrets of the Soul can set free Love that lives and breathes across eternity.

Eily Nash

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LOVE SHORT STORY WRITING

Song of the Siren

In shallow waters he teased and played, enticing hungry bodies to lust and fall to sin. Then with practiced ease, no remorse or backward glance, he would callously walk away, leaving heartache in his wake. Broken shells and shattered dreams on the empty shore of love.

Until the fateful day he heard the Siren’s warning call.

‘Beware the beautiful mind that draws you in.’

Intrigued by the beguiling deep, he slowly waded into the stillness of the sea, thinking he was free to ebb and flow and ride the tide, like the Starfish on the beach.

Yet each time he heard the song of the Siren, he went further until there was no ground beneath his feet.

Falling

Falling

Siren calling …

Who could save a drowning man from his own desires as he became a willing prisoner to the deep?

Eily Nash

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Wicked Games …

With sea green eyes, you taunt and tantalise. They dream and fantasise as you tease, you please, bring the unsuspecting to their knees. Behind an enigmatic smile, hides deceit & guile. Such wicked games you innocently play, then coldly walk away. The lying enemy within, whispers Love is a sin.

Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY WRITING

Night’s Magick

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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 & the cold light of day
Crept in to steal night’s magic away✨

Eily Nash

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POETRY Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

Nicole Wild

I am delighted to share the work of talented Poet, Nicole Wild, who has just published her first book, “Rooted:A Once Unchained Anthology” ~A collection of poems challenging modern perspectives on life, beautifully amplified by unique, creative flare.

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CHANGE

Beast drapes his shoulders

His scornful mothers whipping tongue

Tells him he’s unlovable

“It’s he who’s the broken one”

Her death does come

He mans the gates with heavy guns

Believes he’s unlovable

“He’d only break someone”

They all got stuck here

Inside his long door’d corridors

Believing he’s unreasonable

“Not where love belongs”

Grace came to the gates

They were towering and safe

Believing she could move beyond

“Is this where I belong?”

Beast sees her eyes

She drinks deep his soul

His blood brings her love

“We’re no longer broken, we’re one.”

 

ABOUT ME

A shining world unseen

rivers, fishes and seas

in me

raging, coarsing, flooding

overwhelming, breaking seams

Earth my roots do love you

brambles, birds and trees

I see

soaring, growing, living

breathing hope, believe

Father sky I am yours

thunder, rain and air

I live

beneath, learn, concede

Unfolding plan, unseen.

 

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Nicole Wild

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Nicole Wild rightly deserves the 5* reviews and praise received on Amazon.

The last line in this gorgeous anthology reads ‘We write to heal our souls’. My goodness, how through her poems, the author takes the reader on a journey, through the emotions that flow through the human heart. Her words are poignant, delicate, strong. And throughout you hear the call of an incredibly beautiful soul. I absolutely loved this book. Highly recommended.”

 

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WRITING WRITING & BLOGGING

Wychwood

Dear Readers,

A gift from me to you. I want to make my books freely available as we all work through the global challenges of Covid -19 and social distancing and self isolation. Amazon, who publish my books allow 5 free days. So this week I offer you a supernatural tale of a coercive relationship, where love triumphs over evil 💕

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FICTION & POETRY POEM POETRY

Falling Leaves…

Watching lovers walk on by

Falling leaves tumble down

Exposing lies and mendacity

Truth laid bare upon the ground

Branches kiss an innocent sky

Eily Nash ~2020

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POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING

Check Mate ♟

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You were the one who chose the game

And placed the pieces on the board.

You made your opening move.

Lies wrapped in Truth.

Wanted your Lover’s game darker.

Black Queen with sights set.

Picked up your sacrificial pawn.

You did not see the gambit

….until it was too late.

The silent Rook took flight

Swooped and took your white Knight.

Check Mate.

Game over

❤️♟🖤

Eily Nash ~2020


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As a gift from me to you, my collection of poetry, HYMN TO HER, is available as a FREE Apple iBook from the App store 🖤❤️

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POETRY

Hymn To Her

A gift from me to you, with love 💕

In these challenging times of Corona Virus, my heart goes out to all of us. We are all connected. As a writer, my gift is words. I am working on making my Apple Books catalogue free for everyone, everywhere. We are looking at unprecedented Social Distancing and Self Isolation. No man is an island. No one should feel alone. Please feel free to download my collection of love poetry ‘Hymn To Her’ 💕

This version is free to download from Apple Books for any Apple device. You can obtain Apple iBooks from the App store.

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LOVE POETRY

Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend

Does it matter who says Goodbye, when we both let love die? Will I remain with you as a memory? And will I think of you and what could not be? At the closing of our days, will we regret there was no other way? For I loved you deeply, I loved you well. The reality of life broke our Magick spell. Goodbye, my lover. Goodbye my friend. My heart is broken, we had to come to such an end.

Eily Nash ~2020


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Lyrics MUSIC SONG

These Scars, They Hurt

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It’s getting dark my ghosts are calling
Shadows hang around me just like a dream
This heart is heavy I am full of pain
I’m crying out to you. You don’t ever hear me
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting
It’s getting dark the sky is falling
shadows under me they can hear me breath
My soul it aches tears touching the rain
I’m crying out to you but you don’t ever hear me
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting
It’s getting dark my ghosts are calling
Shadows hang around me just like a dream
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting
I’m a wounded flower
And these scars they sting

*~*~*

 

© Penny’s Scar

 

 

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LOVE POETRY

Shards of Glass

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LOVE POETRY WRITING & BLOGGING

Hungry Howling

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POETRY WRITING & BLOGGING

Midnight Conversations

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FICTION WRITING

WYCHWOOD~Free Kindle eBook this weekend🖤

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LOVE MAGIC MAGICK POEM POETRY WRITING

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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POEM POETRY Relationships

Prisoner To Love

She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart. No Angel from above was he. Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran. Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the floor. No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain. Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left to die, a lonely prisoner to love.

~Eily Nash

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LOVE POEM POETRY soulmate

Midnight Sun

Come with me on butterfly wings and we shall kiss the moon. And dance upon the stars to the music of the Spheres. For you and I, my precious one, our eternal souls entwined in love, glisten like the midnight sun✨

~Eily Nash

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LOVE Relationships Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

Touch of a velvet glove

With the touch of a velvet glove

And iron fist of controlling love

Insidious fingers of such jealousy

Tarnished Knight, without chivalry

Rivers of tears, fair maiden did weep

For her soul was not yours to keep

She longed to walk in hallowed halls

But withered within your castle walls

~Eily Nash

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WRITING & BLOGGING

Castles in the Sand

It was a beautiful time, constructing castles and creating a fairytale land. Until one day the sea of reality came crashing in and washed the magick clean away. There is no never ending story for that which is built upon sand…

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Falling Petals

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LOVE POEM POETRY

Strange Lovers Game

Does she read his words of love and pain, maybe even see her name bleeding from his poet’s pen? Hidden in the twilight world of their strange Lovers game, as it ends it begins again. 🖤

Eily Nash ~2019

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POETRY

Corrupted Seeds

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FICTION & POETRY SOUL soulmate SPIRIT SPIRITUALITY WRITING

Where Love Lives For Evermore

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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

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FICTION & POETRY POETRY Verse

Tumultuous Waves

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FICTION & POETRY SHORT STORY WRITING

Aching Hunger

Words: Eily Nash

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE

You…

You…

It

has

always

been

only

You…

🖤🌹🖤🌹🖤

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FICTION & POETRY POETRY

Fathomless Eyes

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FICTION & POETRY

And I Miss You

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FICTION & POETRY

Two Hearts 💕

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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

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LOVE POETRY

Twin Flame 🔥

Just the mention of her name

Smoldering embers of desire

Ignite into a raging red hot fire

The power of your Twin Flame

❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️

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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

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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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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

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LOVE POEM POETRY

No Words

No words, nothing was said

Just the feeling Love was dead

No tears, no blame, a crying shame

Saw the truth, just playing games

Trust could not live there anymore

Guarded hearts close open doors

Eily Nash ~2019

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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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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

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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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Affair Cats Relationships SHORT STORY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Another Day At The Black Cat Café

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Artwork: Veronique Charron

It’s Friday afternoon and here I am curled up on my favourite couch, pushed up close to the red brick feature wall, it allows me a sweeping view of the rest of the dimly lit interior, it is the best seat in the house. Comfortable and discreet and perfect for me to enjoy my favourite past time, people watching. I’m enjoying the enticing aroma of freshly ground Arabica beans brewing, all the better to tempt the taste buds of of our patrons. I also see a fresh lemon drizzle cake has arrived on the counter, baked by the fair hand of Cassie. I’m sure there won’t be much of that left this evening!

I’m Henry and I run things around here at  the “Black Cat Café ”. That’s Cassie over there, with the fluffy blonde hair and huge amber eyes, if she were a feline she’d be a playful Persian Kitten, but you do have to watch her, sometimes Kitty has claws! Cassie is a people person. Me? I’m far more reserved, cool, detached and maybe even a little introverted. As you have noticed I am an actual Cat, a rather lovely Burmese, with silky black fur and  jade eyes that miss nothing. Maybe I am biased but just like our downtown coffee shop, I am rather unique and special.

Could be “The Black Cat Café” feels like home from home, a little haven nestled amongst all the bustling commerce, catering to that strange human need to hang out with other humans. It’s cosy and intimate with discreet seating, an eclectic mix of distressed brown leather sofas and sumptuous armchairs covered in velvet hues of deep purple and forest green. We have lots of plump Liberty print cushions scattered about for patrons to sink into and enjoy a leisurely break from the humdrum world outside. Low, mahogany tables with fresh Freesias in china vases and  tiny tea lights in coloured glasses add to the sense of being in an intimate space. An ornate gilded mirror  picks up all the twinkling fairy lights strewn around the walls. Cassie happily hosts local artists,  displaying their vibrant  work. The vibe is  vintage, eclectic and super cosy. There are plenty of little nooks and crannies for those desiring a quite tete a tete, friends sharing intimacies, lovers sharing secrets. We cater for those wanting to see and be seen too. Sat outside at our cast iron Bistro sets, they are welcome to light up a cigarette, sip an espresso and watch the world go by European style.  And all from our Waterfront pavement in our quaint  little corner of Providence.

Interesting what you see in a coffee shop, all the little vignettes of peoples lives, how they interconnect and entwine. I like to people watch, maybe because I’m such an introvert, a window on the world without getting too close. Maybe I am just a discerning cat. It is just like front seat watching your favourite day time soap opera as life’s little dramas play out. I can tell a lot by just looking at a person, where they choose to sit, what they are drinking. Now, you for instance, are a cat person, I can tell you will enjoy just sitting here and soaking up the atmosphere, the scents and sounds. Cassie likes to play the blues on the stereo. I prefer the sultriness of Lana Del Rey and Beth Hart, she plays them too. Says they capture raw emotion, love stripped bare. Cassie gets things, that’s why she is my person. I don’t like to share her.

Come and join me, I’ll be glad of your company and happy to chat for a while. Plenty of space on this old couch. Grab yourself a steaming mug of your favourite brew and people watch with me. Don’t be shy, I  find that introverts like to join me, they don’t feel so obviously on their own with a cool cat for company.

“Why thank you Henry, don’t mind if I do. I think I’ll go for a Macchiato and a slice of that lemon drizzle cake. Let me introduce myself, I’m Tyler, I’m a writer, people watcher too. Like to observe the depth psychology of interpersonal relationships. See him over there in sports clothes, with the well dressed woman, what can you tell me about them?”

Ohhh…Those two…They meet in here every Friday, same time, same seats, same drinks. An English Breakfast tea for her and a Skinny decaf Latte for him. I admit I like them. Good. Decent. Married. The last six months I’ve watched it all happen and watched it all unravel.Observed the other players in their little world, too. They haven’t noticed me, noticing them.I can tell you it all, what went wrong, ripped them apart. Shame really. I would have liked to have said something to them, let them know they could make it better, but it would not have worked. They wouldn’t have heard me.I’ve had eyes and ears on them. I think this is a ‘make or break’ coffee date…I know Cassie thinks so too. The whole thing has put her on edge. Oh, my steamed milk has cooled down, just a few sips and I shall share my observations, my dear Tyler!

“I’m intrigued, Henry, do tell!”

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 He’s called Chase, he’s from the Mid West. Tough guy. Made it out of the ghetto and sidestepped the gangs into law enforcement, rapidly rose to Captain in one of Chicago’s toughest precincts. Had the heart of a lion, fearless on the mean streets, got burnt out, saw way too much too soon. She’s a New Yorker, Manhattan, a real UpTown girl. I’ve intuited all this from the stories they tell each other and things Cassie has said. Life brought them here to Rhode Island. He may be in his late thirties now but still has a great deal of stamina and physical strength, keeps himself  athletic, runs marathons. Cassie said it keeps his head clear, I disagree. Who or what is he running from?

“What about the woman, she is beautiful, but  a lot older, ten years easily?”

Her name is Venetia, she’s all Fifth Avenue elegance. Look at those pearls, the Chanel suit and those Manolo heels. If you get close enough, you’ll get a waft of gorgeous heady Italian perfume, classy dame.  He smells of fresh pine, a forest of green stuff. My Cassie smells of fresh baked muffins, I think I prefer the muffins myself.

“They look like a mismatched pair, Henry, don’t look like they would have any meaningful connection?”

Looks are deceiving my dear Tyler, do what cats do…Look at those eyes, so dark  but shine so bright. I wonder if that was the draw for him? Those eyes are cats eyes, see things that others don’t. I can tell that she ‘sees’ him. Knows him well. He seems to like that. She has a fierce intellect. He likes that too. Admires her for her depth, not threatened by her mind like some men would be in the company of a Psychologist. Her Practice is a few blocks from here, she’s been in with a few of her clients. The Black Cat Café is discreet, comfortable, puts them at ease to open up to her. Cassie is okay with her doing some counselling sessions here. Now if she were a cat, she would be a sleek and elegant Russian Blue, him he’d be a Savannah. Chase still has a wild side. Cassie says she has yet to meet the woman could tame that one and if the ‘one’ ever arrives that will be the last we see of Chase around here.

“So Chase is a bit of a dark horse, a player then, Henry?”

Hard to tell. His eyes are fathomless. They may be blue. They may be grey. Depends on his mood. I have wondered if he, despite all his physical strength,  is desperately trying to keep bad at bay. He isn’t easy to read. But I noticed that Venetia saw down into that deep dark well and into the hidden place where he keeps those old hungry and angry ghosts on lock down.

“Oh, that is rather deep, Henry. It takes a lot to bare one’s soul. Somethings we never admit to, even to ourselves. World stays safe that way.”

Yes, you are right. The unsaid ‘thing’ … He knew she knew... and he loved her for it but he just could not tell her. It was complicated. Humans, funny things. Felines are so much further along the evolutionary scale,  cats say what we mean, mean what we say. Demand what is ours. Take it if necessary…

“What happened, Henry? Do you know?”

Of course I know, I’m a cat, I know everything and I was right there, under his feet! Saturday night he was sat on my couch knocking back Jack Daniels, Venetia was at a conference in New York and Chase was badly missing her, couldn’t sleep, he gets these nightmares. Cassie was upstairs visiting the land of dreams so I decided to keep an eye on things down here. He called her. Too much alcohol, both of them, and it all came tumbling out…unsaid words, finally said…And he got afraid. Of her. The truth. Possibilities. Life… And she was ashamed, she crossed a line, didn’t know how to go back… Pity really, They were so good for each other.

“But he is still with her, sat over there? They are both wearing wedding bands. Surely it didn’t end that night?”

No, it should have done. Been cleaner. Better for everyone, and no one would have got hurt. Instead he did the craziest thing and ‘let the Stranger in’, took up with Maggie. Caused a lot of complications around here. I don’t judge, but I didn’t like that. No, not one bit. Cassie was very upset by all the drama.

“Who is this other woman, Henry?”

She’s the innocent looking blue eyed blonde at the counter, watching them, whispering in Cassie’s ear yet again. …wish Cassie would unleash her claws on that one, but she’s standing there listening to her … And because Maggie is her sister, Cassie is believing all her lies…Hiss…I wish she would get the hell out of MY Café and back to her Five and Dime store!

“Oh Henry, what a surprising turn of events!”

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I wasn’t surprised, saw it coming, he was meeting her in here, right at their table! She tries to emulate Venetia, her wit and her wisdom, but she just isn’t  her. A perverse thing in him needed to regain control. Shut those ghosts up. Make his world safe again. So he chased and caught Maggie . Felt pleased with himself until he realised that the hunter became the hunted and Maggie was not for letting go or keeping things under wraps. But something deep inside whispered, then shouted. His soul cried for the woman he truly loved… But to be with her he would need to be true to himself, stripped bare. Accept what she could and could not give to him. Would he choose to do the inner work she was willing to help him do? Or would Chase cut  loose?

“This Maggie must have have something. Some people cheat because they can, others cheat because there is something fundamentally missing in them and they are seeking integration through another person, trying to find a way to make themselves feel whole again. What do you think, Henry?”

Maggie is the first, Chase is the second. Venetia told Cassie in confidence that in her professional opinion Maggie has a Histrionic Personality Disorder. She needs a lot of attention, demanding more than Chase could, would or even should give her, didn’t see past herself and that he was hurting too… God, how was he hurting. As a psychologist Venetia knew both of them had issues and thought she could help them both  through it… She just ended up getting burnt in the flames of her own desires.

“All very deep, Henry, do you think he will choose Maggie? Or Venetia ?”

Hmm…Neither…I am hoping he wakes up, smells the coffee and plumps for his long suffering, loyal and understanding wife!

“I thought you said they were already married, Henry?”

I did. They are…

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…just not to each other…”it’s complicated”… I told you it was like a soap opera around here!

Chase is  married …to Cassie…

“So Venetia is?…”

Venetia is Chase’s therapist and Maggie’s too and er, also her wife!

“So let me get this straight, Chase and Cassie, Chase and Venetia and Chase and Maggie?”

Yes…Humans…What are they like?!

 

Artwork: Veronique Charron
Artwork: Veronique Charron

 

 

© Eily Nash 2018