Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • I saw Jesus near the sea today

    I saw Jesus near the sea today The actual location is immaterial And I will not reveal it He was dressed in a heavy coat As the weather was immoral The clouds were indifferent To his presence and drifted aimlessly Often obscuring the late December sun I thought that he looked grey But he assured […]

  • Gento Gento

    I was watching a village football match When my son was booked for a foul I protested to the referee saying that a child Should not be punished for such a petty misdemeanor The referee said that rules were rules And that he was right to book my son I asked him to interpret the […]

  • And the year will end in beauty 

    The beach is quite deserted We are the last couple As we often are Extremes do not worry us Be it heat or chill In an hour the light will fade And the year will end in beauty  

  • I Have Two Cats

    I have two cats They are called Lola and Lolita We often watch television together The L Word is our favourite show I am a left handed lesbian named Laura But my girlfriends call me Lynne  

  • Bam Glam Maam

    The summer has ended Our sun is in another hemisphere There is a sadness in your voice Koe Alice But you are still wearing your summer dress You have a bruise on your backside I saw it when you showered This was caused when you fell on the summer rocks Such a foolish accident Koe […]

  • December

    The year is colourless Nothing moves Winter is blind There is a silent sadness The last days are dead

  • Décembre

    L’année est sans couleur Rien ne bouge L’hiver est aveugle Il y a une tristesse silencieuse Les derniers jours sont mort  

  • Kent Marie

    Of all the blossoms found She chose the red-pink flowers Mainly for the luxury of their colour But also because her late mother Has worn the delicate flowers When working in the early fields

  • Dover Light

    For over a hundred years a solitary candle has burned In the uppermost window of a cottage That overlooks the sea   I am now in charge of this light Which is lit just before dusk And extinguished just after dawn   I have received letters from many sailors Telling me about the great comfort […]

  • An Inward Gaze

    Your tread is silent I said to Miriam as we walked along the winter beach It is almost as if you are sea ghost emerging from the fragile mists  Although she was listening to me Miriam kept her head bowed The day was beautiful as late December days often are With a sun so cold […]