Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • The Poet Robert Southey

    Once visited Deal in the County of Kent He did not write these lines Which were found in a small brown box At his lodging house Soon after his departure   The dreamlands did not detain us whilst at sea for a seagull took the ships cat in its beak and flew up into the […]

  • The Hero-Martyrs of Canterbury

    My friends rest quickly in your soil I celebrate their study But do not apologise for your neglect    

  • Port Said

    He said She said I said They said You said Port Said

  • Blackbirds

    I saw a blackbird this morning perched on a number of newly created hay bales It was about six metres above the stubble field I knew that blackbirds were great admirers of the creative process As one had written to me the previous week   When the universe was created I would imagine that blackbird […]

  • The Blue Summer House

    The photograph showed her mother standing on the slipway outside of the boathouse wearing only a pair of rowing shorts In the background holding a pair of large wooden oars was her father smiling broadly at the camera Peter was next to her mother toasting her with a glass of red wine   Oh why […]

  • Philip Larkin et moi

    I am six feet tall and find it difficult to achieve a degree of comfort on the narrow seats of my train If I am moved from my desired position then normally this irritates me and I glare at the person who has interrupted my comfort This morning on the crowded train a tall man […]

  • Letters from an Unknown World

    I saw a flying saucer hovering low in the clouds this morning The poets in the Betty Field were scribbling furiously But I ignored them and requested a lift to an unknown world I was placed next to a cage fighter named Super-Blossom He was travelling with me to one of the smaller moons of […]

  • Rose Rosetta

    The signal box had been designed in a modernist style some eighty years previously The signalman (who I will call Joseph) was drinking a cup of tea No trains were due for an hour Rose Rosetta was walking towards the railway crossing with her three year old son (who I will call Joseph) Nearly a […]

  • Wilma and Caspar

    Nobody knew why Wilma jumped from the roof of her apartment building It was a mystery even to Wilma As she plunged headfirst towards the road below she thought she heard a scream A neighbour perhaps Somebody must care Wilma hoped that whilst she fell that she would lose consciousness as she dreaded the impact […]

  • The Mystery of St Margaret’s Bay

    In the summer of 1948 a fisherman found a small steel box on the beach at St Margaret’s Bay The box contained a notebook He handed it to the village’s most famous resident Noel Coward who made discreet enquiries as to its history as he suspected it to be connected with a spy ring which […]