Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Silent Sky Blue

    I often travel Unconsciously Into my Silent sky blue Memories As I face The bitter winds Alone On this raw And wretched beach      

  • Glass Warrior

    My wife is sitting in front of our sea facing window She is wearing her blue silk pajamas The room temperature is about twenty-five degrees The temperature outside our window is minus five There is a savage north-easterly ice wind Blowing diagonally across the grey green sea My beautiful wife is a glass warrior Whose […]

  • Raw East Wynd

    In all my days of memory I cannot recall Such a savage wynd The beach was totally deserted But my thin lips Betrayed a smile As I knew that the soft spring wynds Were not far away In the shadows of this raging beast   Pale Fire Garance and I were drawing the heat From […]

  • Lunch Hour

    As I walked along the path by the railway track A pebble-dashed underground train passed me at speed Which was strange in itself as they are usually red Then my lunch hour turned even stranger As I soon discovered that the underground train Had turned into a common coffee machine It was when I was […]

  • l’appel du vide

    In about an hour the cops Will have caught up with me They are closing in from all sides I am trapped on this icy beach The deadly east winds Pistol whip my already injured face But I feel no pain The sea is hostile and lacks music No beast so fierce but knows some […]

  • Compassion

    You were there When I needed you That is all that matters You bathed my wounds And found room for me In your fathers house   Alice Cox 1934  

  • Morning Bath

    I always bathe before breakfast So that I can watch my dreams Sail away on a thousand ships   Sometimes you join me in the bath And I pleasure you with my tongue Before washing you gently with a silk red sponge   But today I am alone in the resting waters It is snowing […]

  • Waiting for the Snow

    Simon du Gard is waiting for the snow to arrive This has been promised by many He has never seen snow on a beach And is worried about the light  

  • Surrealism and the Beach

    I often go to the nude beach with the vicar’s daughter From a distance we can see a row of shops I am told that they are a Marxist collective   The vicar’s daughter is totally uninhibited Unlike her sister who is a nun She often feels the heat When we are on the beach […]

  • Out of Order

    Out of order what does it really mean Is it that you are out of order And that I am going to punch you on the nose   Does it mean that the lift to the sixth floor Is out or order And that I will have to use the stairs   Or that my […]