Silky Weaver (Poem)


 Silky Weaver (Poem)
 (Arachne and Minvera, Greek Mythology))
  
 Weaver of tales
 resplendently regaled
 self-indulgent
 from humbleness,
 interlacing her stories,
 gathering her fame
 in silkiness
 of living threads.
  
 Disguised challenge
 old woman confronts
 respect the goddess,
 silky weaver 
 in defiance
 unbending
 that her substance
 of threads
 of weaves
 are the finest
 to behold.
  
 Battles of weavers
 spinning their tales,
 tapestries in arrogance
 silky weaver
 ridiculing
 scorning
 the Gods
 in weaves
 of their
 debauchery.
  
 In ire
 silky weaver 
 encounters
 wrathful goddess,
 striking silky weaver
 in anger.
  
 Atonement
 head hanging shame
 by the weaved noose,
 then in pity
 resurrection
 of silky weaver
 to poisonous
 silky spinning
 Arachnid.
  
 ©Carol Robson 

An Undying Love


An Undying Love

Lonely days spent wondering what my future life held,

I was comfortable with most aspects of my life – yet my darling you left a void.  Living alone this last year, alone, grieving for my long time love and partner – finding it hard to come to terms with heartbreak and loneliness, day to day feelings, so entrenched in these days and months since your sudden death.

Never ever giving any thought about moving on – how could I ever do this to my first and only true love, my true soul mate.  I still feel your presence in every room – a soft light touch seems to brush my neck letting me know you are still with me.

These long days and months of heartache slowly passing by – a long time before I had the courage to remove the pillowcase that last caressed your head and your beautiful red hair – for, when I laid next to it you were still with me my darling – now it is laid away with your favourite clothes which still hold memories of our precious time together.

Friends rallied round during my darkest days – with love that only true friends give.  As those dark days’ lessened, our true friends are still with me – friends seeing how  my grief was consuming me – thinking it was time for me to move on – yet, really my love they did not understand my grief – my love had been torn from the sinew of my inner being.

Knowing you would want this – I will try to move forward my darling – slowly I will my love – minute by minute – hour by hour – day by day – thinking of you – knowing that you would want me to embrace all love – yet my darling I know that no one will ever replace you in my heart – my life will go on – never forgetting you my darling – my best friend – my only true love – my undying love for you – my soul mate.

© Carol Robson

Oct 2015 ‘A Reflection’


Van Gogh Museum performance of the intergenerational words piece The Open Sky with Robyn Haddon and Rory Pilgrim October 2015.

“A Reflection.
The Open Sky is about words and what they mean for different people.
It’s about intergenerational words,

I bring words with me from childhood.
Family words that have stayed with me.
Sometimes these words have got blurred through the years.

There are words I want to term as family words.
There are also words I want to term as friendship words.
Sometimes the words in friendship can mean more to some people than family words because for some, their friends are also their family who they share their lives with.

There’s a four letter word, which is really important – just a four letter word – LOVE.
Carol Robson.

Women’s Space in Spoken Word by Carol Robson.


Women’s Space in Spoken Word.

I’m here to challenge
for you to listen
hear my voice
hear my inner soul.

Shouting
you need to see me
you need to hear me.

My voice is valuable
my space is valuable
this space is genderless
value the voice
value my words.

My right to occupy
my right to share
my voice is to be heard
my words are priceless
value me
value the person
I’m an equal person
I’m an equal voice.
We gave you a voice
respect ours.

© Carol Robson 2013

Incubi by Carol Robson.


Incubi

Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.

Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.

The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.

© Carol Robson 2014

Words of Darkness and Light (reader review)


Words of Darkness and Light (reader review) posted on Facebook.

book review

Published by Thynks Publications

Words of Darkness and Light (Poetry Collection)


Words of Darkness and Light

Revised 2nd edition of my first poetry collection 48 poems Words of Darkness and Light

published Thynks Publications Limited to buy http://t.co/ASp6r7g9df

Transformations: A Poetry-Life Exhibition


Transformations

A Poetry-Art Exhibition

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Launched today, a project that I’m honoured to have a little involvement with through my poetry

A global, collaborative poetry-art exhibition: Showcasing 29 emerging Twitter poets and artists, transforming Ovid’s Metamorphoses

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