Stuart Miller-Osborne

The moon is indeed a kind mother Who cares for me as I dream

I watched in amazement As the velvet sky Faded into the marble clouds Kind Mother Gentle Dreams

It was said that she loved The short lived silver fish That swam in the cool river More than anything else

Alexandra was very attractive She was admired By many women and men But she was not interested In any relationships As she did not want to be loved

As the 13:03 Lyon Express passed over the iron bridge Timothea started eating her coffee cake She loved her strong feminine name But thought that the male variation sounded weak Her brother was named Timothy and he collected comics Which he kept in precisely in small wooden drawers

I was so ashamed of you After watching your movie I was so ashamed of you After reading your poem

On a recent drive we passed an orange storage building High on a moor between a city and three towns I fell in love with it straight away Especially as the sky was blue sky blue Especially as the sky was blue Edwina parked in a nearby car park and we walked Towards the most […]

On a recent trip to a small coastal town I visited an art gallery and its shop It was whilst I was in this shop That I spotted a Mondrian Mannequin I was immediately attracted to Piet So I gave him a home and felt good Somewhere to hang your rings and keys Was the […]

In my dream there were pale paper lanterns Leading down a darkened passage Towards a souvenir and gift shop Boxes of exhausted currency Lay deep in silent piles I chose a handful for my loved ones There was also a painting on the wall A life study of girl facing a second painting In a […]

I have spent the last four days In this waiting room with Natalie We have not missed our trains That is far from the truth We have decided not to catch These lonely regional trains As this will spoil our plans Both of us are beginning to decay Our clothes smell of our wasted hours […]