Clare L. Rolfe

(Until the end of the earth I will follow you said the sun and the moon) NSW Mungo National Park There are two people, they share the...

A day shimmies in, your feathers ruffle with winter air. A full moon hangs behind you, dissected by wires, competing with a cold dawn...

Wingecarribee River walk video CL Rolfe L’Orage parmi l’herbe À l’aube, un lever de soleil, clair dans nos esprits d’une bonne journée....

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a classic poem with its own sense of the epic like that of the Albatross....

On the train home, there is a beautiful sky on the cusp of spring. Intermittent clouds bruised with fire-licks of the setting sun. The...

I walk along the quiet paths Among the secret chairs where thought rests Into the sky and underground Don't ask me to show you Let them...

What is a horizon? Silence beyond my sight. Where the unknown, dreams and possibilities, collide, plumes scattering the dawn. Not the...

Earth and Us Dedicated to William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis Who are we each of us? We are born of you and yet you are not in need of...

Forehead of the Rose - Rene Char Despite the open window in the room of long absence, the odour of the rose is still linked with the...

Constant through the window Half open, with February breeze slick tyres humming the twilight oil soft flesh of summer arms billow crisp...

When one commits to writing then inevitably time is spent writing rather than reading. But I have enjoyed a few morsels this year which...

A facetious tribute to Hallows Eve - as part of the festivities surrounding death in all its glory and a bit of sugar helps alleviate...

As an interlude from Ange and Nekoda, who I believe will be touching down soon, I thought I'd write a few short stories inspired by a...

Solitude of Spring Quiet sun among frosty pebbles Tenderly bursting on the edge of heat Rain clouds gather dust to them Dulling my sight...

A thin call echoes in silence It is sweet in its asking The listener folded in memories of primordial time a quiet wetland after rainfall...

Droughts & Flooding H20 - C L Rolfe In the east snails become tyrants on tin rooves Worms are looking for higher ground Wolf spiders...

Baachelaus had watched the eons pass in the company of darkness. A whisper floated just beyond the reach of the god's sight, the voice...

I needed to blog a personal commentary on this epic piece of Sci-Fi. The new film adaptation of the sci-fi series Dune written by Frank...

A seed gatherer’s ode to a boab tree I came by sea, as hungry as cement, in search of the ancient boab’s seeds. I knew they stood beneath...

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