George Neame


The stretch marks of bark on tree trunks,
lithe and living in the rain.

In the haze somewhere between dusk
and sunset, a new kind of air pulsates

like the clingfilm
wings of a dragonfly.

I can feel the oscillations of the earth
as a vibrating piano pedal

‒ the rustle of leaves in E minor.

You can hear George reading this poem at George Neame October reading.Mov

George Neame October Reading.Mov