#National Fertility Awareness Week

Poem 5: Longing

The Brazilians have a wonderful word that encapsulates all the ethereal qualities of longing: saudade.  It is impossible to translate saudade into one single English word.  Rather it is a mixture of homesickness, sense of loss, remembering and the bittersweet nature of longing.  Waiting for the longed-for dream to come true can feel like a state of suspended animation – much like fish waiting for the water around them to warm in the spring sunshine.  I hope this poem chimes for anyone who, at this moment is experiencing their own personal saudade.


“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper
“A saudade é uma tatuagem na alma: só nos livramos dela perdendo um pedaço de nós.”
“Longing is a tattoo on the soul: we only get rid of it by losing a piece of ourselves”
Mia Couto, O Outro Pé da Sereia



You shed your skin –
its scales catch light
amongst the lily stalks.
Strange, you are still
breathing, still moving –
just enough to keep you
suspended between
un-uttered depths
and a shimmering
possible sky.

Deborah Sloan

Raising funds for Fertility Network UK during National Fertility Awareness Week.
Just Giving Page: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/deborah-sloan


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