Women’s Space in Spoken Word. Carol Robson with the Strings from ‘Up North Session Orchestra’ vocalist Robyn Haddon recorded and produced by Rory Pilgrim, performed as part of The Open Sky performance. Recorded at the Yellow Arch Studio Sheffield.
Copyright Carol Robson and Rory Pilgrim
I’ve such self-belief that it – scares me
I refuse to let my past – define me
In the here and now – poet me
I’ve proved I can do it – performer me.
Some people cannot get past – history me
Clouds their vision to see – true me
Ignored and never accepted – dislike me
Or in truth, the realisation – discriminate me.
My true friends – love me
Loved my performances – support me
Female poet and performer – gladdens me
My authentic and fulfilling life – just me
Feeling alive – REAL ME.
©Carol Robson 2014
Debris is about a woman who is homeless, on the streets through drug and alcohol addiction.
Performed at St Helens Central Library June 26th when I was the support act for JB Barrington
Video courtesy of John Richards
Debris Copyright Carol Robson 2015
Speak your loud words
Break your chains
Shout your loud words
Break life’s chains
Scream louder your words
That fucking glass ceiling.
Carol Robson 2015.
Women’s Space in Spoken Word.
I’m here to challenge
for you to listen
hear my voice
hear my inner soul.
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 the person
I’m an equal person
I’m an equal voice.
We gave you a voice
© Carol Robson 2013
Poem from the revised/edited 2nd edition of Words of Darkness and Light published by Thynks Publications.
A Love Nurtured in Blood (Sapphic)
And now my life is flashing by,
Four hundred years upon this earth.
My ancient love, the reason why
You gave to me immortality.
Made me your bride in ancient times,
Spent together, living on.
We sucked blood, we bit new flesh.
We drained life force and felt refreshed.
Creatures nightly moved in shadows,
Centuries of blood-fueled lust;
All societies, all fair game.
Folklore and legends we became.
I’ve seen wars and cruel destruction.
I’ve seen horrors – genocide.
I’ve seen torture, men and women.
I’ve seen little children slain.
My love’s now gone and I grow weary,
My body weak with skin now scarred,
Flashes of sunlight drive me to twilight,
Retreating to my shadowy home.
No longer I yearn for fresh, warm blood.
I’ve been here for far too long.
Alone without you, longing for you.
Peace invites me as I come home.
©Carol Robson 2014
Fixation With Genitalia
Fixation With Genitalia is a poem I wrote for my Fringe show Finding Me(Take Me As I Am) this is a recording from a show I did in March 2014 in Huddersfield for Tea and Tarts WI.
Copyright: Carol Robson 2014