
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.

ELEMENTAL HOMECOMING
My breath is the wind. Let it soothe and touch you. My eyes the stars

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

On a Planet of Immeasurable Wrongs
On a planet of immeasurable wrongs. You cannot hold back angels. Are we all lost travellers?

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.

We all want to be someone
We all want to be someone!
What’s the point of that?
We all want to matter deeply!
What’s the point of that?

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…
