Poetry is more than an art form. It is a descent — a deliberate, luminous plunge into the psyche where shadows, symbols, and the unseen constellations of our inner life quietly govern what we choose, love, fear, and become.

Through poetry, spirituality is not merely contemplated; it is experienced. It breathes. It shifts. It transforms the poet from the inside out.To write a poem is to enter a meditative state, where language becomes a tuning fork for the soul. The mind softens, the breath deepens, and the imagination — that ancient Magic we too often overlook — stirs awake.

In this sacred space, poets access inner worlds that are otherwise unreachable in the noise of ordinary life. These realms contain the truths that shape us internally and ripple outward into our actions, relationships, and creative choices.

Yet poetry is not only mystical — it is also craftsmanship. The practice requires attention, skill, and devotion to the tools of the trade: precision of image, clarity of sound, integrity of line. A poem must be built, honed, revised, and loved into being. It is both exploration and architecture, a journey into any facet of life — grief, exaltation, memory, nature, desire, silence — and a meticulous rendering of what is found there.

Clare L. Martin’s poetry embodies this duality of spirit and craft with remarkable potency. Her work journeys inward to the most intimate terrain of personal experience, and then rises — through concrete, precise, deeply evocative language — into the Mythic stratum of consciousness. She elevates her lived moments into archetype, transforming the personal into something universal, ancient, and spiritually resonant. Her lines do not simply describe; they invoke.Her poems remind us that the imagination is not frivolous — it is a force. A guide. A gateway.

Through poetry, spirituality becomes tangible: a presence shaped into words that echo in the reader long after the page is turned.As one of her lines declares:“I walk into the dark to find the fire waiting in me.”—