Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the final day of my holiday I found the wreck of a pirate ship In a rock pool near the point Enclosed within the rotting wood Was a treasure chest Full of jewels silver and gold I hid it under wreaths of sea weed So that I might enrich myself On each of my […]

On the day before the eclipse I was in my wonderful garden writing a poem about roses When a grasshopper landed on my foot Nothing else happened until alarmed by a sudden gust of wind it vanished I have never had occasion to consider this until now

During my writing career I have been called The Grasshopper Which is a humour About my ability To hop from one poem To another without falling

Take me to the lido Maude As we are fast approaching The end of these tremendous days In a month these summer hours Will just be happy memories Thinning and slowly fading Into the grip of the cooler winds

Denis The first indication that something had happened Was when a number of squad cars Raced past me in the general direction Of the railroad station I chose not to get involved As the was no need for me to be there It was only as I closed the hardware store That I saw Denis […]

Is the eldest daughter of the mayor She is spoilt and has everything My name is Jack Hurst And my family run the harbour Miss Green owns a small pleasure boat Which she may only dock with kindness Marriage and Jack Hurst (2026)

I am still a prisoner on this boat With its large red and blue sail For many years I was a prisoner On a lonely and barren island But now I have been released Into the custody of my journey

I am still a prisoner on this boat With its large red and blue sail For many years I was a prisoner On a lonely and barren island

I am still a prisoner on this boat With its large red and blue sail

Only an eye But what an eye Only a pen But what a pen Only a life But what a life