Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Avenue Feucheres (Nimes)

    As avenues go this must be the best avenue in the world It faces the fine railway station and leads to the Esplanade Charles de Gaulle Its simple geography is flanked by two thin streams of falling water These were designed to ventilate the avenue on scalding summer days And be of place of peace […]

  • Les Arenes (Nimes)

    A statue of a brave bullfighter Stands outside of this arena It is said that he defeated six bulls singlehandedly But that was long ago and today the arena is empty Save for a few tourists and their guides   As I pass the arena I note a colourful poster promoting Future pop concerts and […]

  • The Red House (Haiku)

    Red house near water Perfumed lilies haunt the sky Stepping stones from home     Haiku written in the Japanese Garden at Compton Acres 11th July 2019

  • The Coventry Angel

    One can often see this angel on fine days Gliding peacefully between the thin clouds But when I saw her today She was hovering just above the calm sea   Her presence caused the waves to glow But she soon faded I later saw her at a great height Illuminating the afternoon winds     […]

  • On Liberty (Bournemouth Sands)

    Your freedoms drip casually through my fingers Without stopping to question my thoughts on liberty

  • Bournemouth Beach (Light)

    As the afternoon matured a serene light settled On the placid sea None of those present were aware of this light And carried on with their day But as I paddled in the shallows I let my free hand Skim the surface of the incoming waves It was not long before I had collected the […]

  • Maison Carree

    You almost find this fine building by accident in a square adjacent to a busy road The Square House is not a house nor is it square It is actually a rectangular temple which I am told is the best preserved temple of its kind in the world My wife and I spent some time […]

  • Le Poulpe Geant

    I am a Ninja a fully fledged Ninja To ascertain this position of dishonour Took me many years of training I was the muse of a giant octopus Who told me quite early on That I would never be a samurai As I was too dishonest But that I would make a fine Ninja And […]

  • Trapped in Paradise

    I have been a prisoner in the red house for some months now When I say that I am imprisoned I play with the truth As I am a roaming poet A master of Haiku My every comfort is looked after with a great attention to my needs Meals are brought to me three times […]

  • The Wedding Singer

    On the day of my fathers wedding He was nowhere to be found I searched all the hired rooms in the hotel without success Until a bellboy noted that he was still asleep in his bed And was complaining that he had been unable to sleep Because the bellboys had kept him awake My mother […]