CLARE ROLFE

CLARE ROLFE

1

I walk along the quiet paths

Among the secret chairs where thought rests

Inside and without

Into the sky and underground

Dont ask me to show you

Let them grow remain

One day you may join me

Then we can watch caterpillars forage

Inside the leaves of memory

Hidden words and shade

But until then

Their secrets remain inside cocooned

Silently hiding when daylight overwhelms

CL Rolfe @ 2019

2

Ice melts of oceans

Flows in a ventricle

Powerful beat of angry hearts

Their eyes were blind

And ears deaf

A thousand generations

No end of history in sight

Forgotten to fix the gap

Between solidity of rich ice

Staring at the liberated masses

hungry in open seas

CL Rolfe @ 2019

3

In between oceans

Lie beds woven

with dreams of castles

Built high with minarets

Reaching taller than mountains

With broken hearts of stone

Drifting under the shades of palm

Chiselled into a star

Under the cloud gathering

over a sea held back by

the warm smile of beach sand

The desert understands

the wetness of tears

Richness of welcome

How a heart can wander

and call many places home

CLARE ROLFE

CLARE ROLFE is self published writer from Australia. She is an avid traveler and finds her inspirations in the natural world philosophy and science. She writes poetry and fiction.