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Poetry

In Saoró we be­lieve that read­ing and writ­ing po­et­ry sup­ports a spir­i­tu­al and  cre­ative life be­cause they fos­ter deep pro­cess­ing, emo­tion­al ex­pres­sion, and a  height­ened aware­ness of the hu­man ex­pe­ri­ence. Po­et­ry beau­ti­ful­ly dis­tills com­plex  feel­ings and uni­ver­sal truths into evoca­tive lan­guage, al­low­ing us to con­nect more  deeply with our in­ner selves and the world around us. En­gag­ing with po­et­ry cul­tivates mind­ful­ness, in­spires our imag­i­na­tion, and en­cour­ages a sense of won­der  and awe, all of which nur­ture our spir­i­tu­al growth. Po­et­ry also stim­u­lates our creativ­i­ty by chal­leng­ing the mind to find new ways of see­ing and ex­press­ing re­al­i­ty,  sup­port­ing deep ex­plo­ration and self-dis­cov­ery es­sen­tial to a vi­brant, full and authen­tic life. It is both food and med­i­cine for the soul. 

In Ire­land we have a strong lin­eage of po­et­ry go­ing back to the an­cient times  of the revered trav­el­ing Bard. Every year we host a po­et­ry month on Saoró and we  get to wit­ness the in­cred­i­ble depth and beau­ty of this sa­cred form of cre­ative wor ship that still holds a place in Irish hearts.  

Got po­et­ry you would love to share? We warm­ly in­vite you to send in your work  and we can show­case it on Saoró. This space is free, heart-led, and open to all who  cre­ate with pur­pose, play, and soul. Just send your de­tails & work to us and we will get in touch!  

Rewilding Persephone (Part 1)

You know the story. The foundation cracks open. The first time was sudden. Shocking perhaps. A maiden, daughter of a goddess, descends to the underworld. To the land of the shades.

Meet Stasha Ginsburg

Stasha is a storyteller in the rewilded, mythopoetic, feral tradition. She is the maker of The Wild Matryoshka (fb and insta). Home to Wild words, ephemerals at the edges.

Thaw

My Grief balloons And kindly freezes fast. This numb plunge Preserves the outward shape Stained and silent

Box

I could put in my ego, id and super-ego;
my pre, sub and unconscious;
my persona and personality

Frog Prince

There is no easy exchange At the lake of disremembering Where the pilgrim stones Poke sharp

On Hope

Sometimes it seems easier not to have hope. Hope after all needs a degree of vulnerability to germinate & take root.

Water Alchemy

In the pitch of my wintering
My earth yearns
For the push and burn
Of your green unfurl
Through my velvet dark

The Burren

The Burren From a craggy outcrop mesmerised byshadows of empty cloudsscurrying to the Atlanticreflection shimmering briefly over karst landscapethey return bountifulladen down with rain thatdyes flagstones black untilsun warms to grey again Black Head Majesticpounding wavesgnawing the coastwith thunderous abandonSeagulls…

Poem for Owen

Poem for Owen I asked you why you love meBecause the question cast a long shadow. I saw in your blue eyesWater to sustain me,Water to wipe the slate clean,Water to bring energy,A flow I could surrender to,A sky I…