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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!  

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Meet Natalie Connolly

The decision to start writing, despite facing challenges like dyslexia and a lack of formal education, came as a transformative moment in my life. Having been a social care worker for 20 years, I decided to embark on a new hobby as a yoga instructor.

Medusa

She was forsaken by her worshipped /
The war shipped Athena, /
Who thrust upon her the crown of serpents /
And the gaze that would turn any man to stone

I Am

I am from limestone walls, conkers and hazels /
Neatsfoot oil, bridles and stables /
The Horse Chestnut stood tall at my gable /
I am the top of the castle, the forest floor

Elements

Scanning down to that fire inside /
To feelings I’d forgotten or wanted to hide /
No more pushing down or keeping inside /
I’m ready for healing, I’m ready to thrive

Opening the Heart

Not all hearts know they are not open to see
We see the love that we know only  /
Oblivious to other flavours of magic /
Of consciousness /
Of connection /
Of peace

A Love Song to the Earth

You give me space to allow me to grow /
To see through the trees, up above, down below /
The space all around me, inside and out /
Allows freedom to grow, for this I’ve no doubt

Woman

The Christmas Gift

I ask myself, as each time before /
Does she know me at all? /
This woman who birthed me? /
I am a serious woman /
See? I wear black /
Patterns and colour need not apply

sunrise in winter

Winter Woman’s Expanding Beauty

This woman, this soul, resilient and free /
Paints her canvas with hues of possibility /
In the stillness, I find a sanctuary of grace /
A tapestry of lessons, each line on my face

Return

The Sisters gaze, their ember eyes /
Weaving the cycles of Earth and skies /
Reminding me in silent grace /
Of inner power, and its embrace

Tech Tock

Tech Tock, Tech Tock /
Let the world see how I spend my clock /
A restless QWERTY board rattles the most /
The stage is set Internet, the host

On Stirling Way

Damp newspapers lie bruised on paved driveways /
A portrait of suburbia /
Sun /
Torching skin /
Melting me into my former self