Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • The Speed of Light

    Annie Fannie Annie Could never keep still She would run Instead of walking And would shout Instead of talking It was not until She met Jack Hawking That she slowed her pace As it showed in her face This was welcomed All over the town For at last Annie Fannie Annie Had decided to slow […]

  • Rum Day

    Paine and I had arranged to meet on the beach It was our Rum Day But I had forgotten the rum So it was a Bum Day instead I was reading Gatsby In the shade of a bush Whereas Paine was sitting In our green beach chair The air had cooled since our last visit […]

  • Goalkeeper

    On the day before the match I damaged my wrist And was unable to play in the cup tie My club did not have another goalkeeper So my friend Polly offered her services As she played in the local female leagues The trouble was that I was very tall Whereas Polly was rather short I […]

  • Philip Larkin

    As I was walking along A dusty unmade road Next to the sea I purchased The Whitsun Weddings From a roadside charity stall I soon began to think Of a Roman Road In Wiltshire Which was little more than a hill I can remember seeing Roman Legions Passing these fields Of blind antiquity

  • Tales of Race Normal

    I had opened my eyes and seen The secrets of the universe Nothing was hidden from me I knew everything It was time to descend From the frozen wastes Into the decaying valleys I was the fertile tree The flowers of colour The perfumes of the oceans Accompany me in my travels The world is […]

  • A Day at the Beach

    Only I could see the mermaids Dancing wildly in the sea Causing a great disturbance Star fish were spinning In the madness of Catherine Wheels Who was sitting next to me Collecting square pebbles I am the missing violinist

  • Paths

    Always travel along The quieter paths My friend You will see more I can promise you that

  • Betty

    Have you noticed how the streetlights Resemble the white fades that illuminated The beach huts of our recent past I long for our slow days and sweaty nights In those dry flat lands of the south

  • Sparrowhawk

    As Jane and I returned from the beach today We met a sparrowhawk sitting on a fence I walked towards the rapacious bird Hoping that it would fly away and hunt elsewhere But like an owl it did not abandon its station

  • The Finest Sunset

    I have just witnessed the finest sunset of the year It was spectacular yet so soothing on the eye I could not but think that I was looking into heaven And that God was speaking to me once again