Stuart Miller-Osborne

All the forgotten yesterdays

A painter must work for the taste of his own day. How does he know what people will like two or three hundred years hence? I maintain that a man should hold up the mirror to his own times. John Everett Millais As I entered your house This was framed above your door Why do […]

When I forget my waterproof coat It only rains when I talk to the scruffy sheep Who live in front of All Saints church My father sleeps there next to the wall I have not seen him for over thirty years There are some military graves harsh white Near to where I am standing today […]

John Keats once said this about the English weather He described it as like Lydia Languish Very entertaining when it smiles But cursedly subject to sympathetic moisture My name is Lydia Languish I know but I must correct you As your name is now Lydia Low We shared our name on marriage Then you should […]

Almost forgotten by history This short lived but loathsome woman Was known by other names The Strangler of Vienna The Strangling Angel That is all that I will record As my pen does not have the hunger…

the most complete views of heaven can be seen from high hills of hell

In some versions of the story Daedalus and Icarus escaped by ship But no ship has passed this headland In over sixty years which dilutes these tales

Do not fly too low over the water Or fly too close to the sun Those were the instructions of Daedalus It was only when the Spanish Boy Left St Stephens that I took notice of this warning Which was of course too late As I had drowned in the bay I was buried by […]

Mystery surrounds us all This often applies To beautiful women As outside of desire There is an enigma That one cannot touch

Would you like me to dry fuck ewe Sephine The next train leaves in twenty minutes We might just make it You look so different Joe Cornflakes suit ewe What so ewe think Josie