Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Deep Lane

    It descends with ease from the height of the hill and slowly vanishes into a hidden valley On the day of our visit the trees were almost full and provided shade from the warm sun A young pheasant hid from us as we passed by but it betrayed its station In an effort to escape […]

  • After the Event

    The lost confetti dances freely in the early morning breeze It is silver green and gold Very soon a man dressed in orange will sweep it up And no history of the event will remain I saw the happy couple yesterday as they sat at a solitary table On the steps of the town hall […]

  • Coloured Fish (Cape Cod)

    I often dive in to the sea near my home so that I may explore ship wrecks as this my passion But it is a difficult occupation as these wrecks are often covered by the many coloured fish that frequent the blue bronze coastal waters off of Cape Cod These attractive fish are especially fond […]

  • Martha’s Vineyard

    I live quite near my brother who is often to be found diving in the waters off of Cape Cod His passion is to explore the local wrecks and catalogue the colourful fish I am an artist like my father before me His name was Graham Rich My name is Martha Rich I was named […]

  • Schooling and Shoaling in Blue

    A troop of dogfish were marching down to the beach But theirs was not a recreational visit As they were preparing for battle Their preparations were hindered somewhat When a swarm of eels arrived on the point And began to convert the islands population I am an invalid and own a great window That looks […]

  • I am Spanish

    When I awoke this morning I was a little concerned to discover that I had become Spanish overnight My rabbit had begun to call me Juan and my wife was called Elena Apart from that everything else had remained the same Or at least I thought it had for when I opened the curtains I […]

  • Café Number Three

    A green curtain hides the interior of the café after 22:00 hours This upsets some people And they have added graffiti to the green curtain Which cannot be seen From the street This does not bother me As I have no regard for objects I cannot see

  • Signal

    We had emerged from the blue underground station and were walking slowly towards the city bridge But the views from the bridge were not what we had expected them to be For there were extensive views over a distant sea Azure blue green glow The intense light of the morning sun The gallery was on […]

  • Café Seven Zero Seven

    I walked past our café this afternoon during a summer storm The street furniture was being saturated by the heavy rain On Sunday we had sat in front of this café sharing a tepid coffee The sun was warm and you were wearing my red and white dress I had looked at the café’s brightly […]

  • Paradise Paradise

    I have always wanted to be an artist But I am better with my pen Poetry can result in an acid existence I am not there yet But I can see the road clearly   Il y a une douceur et une gentillesse dans le livre de poche There is a gentleness to be found […]