Stuart Miller-Osborne

By the time that I had reached the beach The morning had turned lime green Even the sea had changed colour Solange des Rivières was my neighbour Yet like me she had remained pale Which added to the mysteries of the day

We used to attend the dance nights Which were the highlight of the month Me and Dorothy Myers in our glad rags Just looking for a good man to love That is a lovely poem Janice It is entirely suitable For our little magazine I am sure that the bishop Will like it as he […]

Thomasina went camping in the rain She had walked over Closebury Fell Instead of taking the train Trick and Pete went camping in the rain They had walked over Chosebury Fell Instead of taking the train

I was flirting with my girlfriend Deep on the village beach As it was becoming Increasingly pointless To flirt on the bus lanes Whilst driving south

I was delayed by a burst water main In my dream about a football match The game was due to kick off in five All the match programmes had been sold The game against town was being televised After gaining entry I stood on the nearside terrace Stanley lost a goal after just three minutes […]

A respectable studio financed my first movie It was to be filmed in Cornwall and the Isle of Wight Telling the story of a philosophy professor Who leaves his career to become a fisherman Things that are desired for their own sake Is happiness the only ultimate end Latent inconsistencies of naturalistic ethics Man like […]

I am sitting on my terrace Smoking a cigarette The air is much cooler now As its direction has changed I do not normally smoke But sometimes summer tensions Overwhelm my Janice of the Nights

We were visited by the summer maidens They drifted through our rooms at dawn

I am staying on a French farm With the Robert cousins Alpha Cresta and Crumb It is a working holiday In name only As mostly we walk swim and sing In future years We will all remember These gentle summer days with many great affections Joe