Stuart Miller-Osborne

Chilled winds often blow  Over the salted marshes The dream gulls hover 

Flapper fashions seldom age Black operas are often worn In country lanes softly shrouded

In the window of a village bookshop I found a pale blue forgotten church

Sitting in a plastic chair Outside a wooden pod Holidays in an open field Just two miles from the sea A second hand book Hayes Holidays Library Forward Arsenal 1888 – 1952 Fifty pence Plus a fridge magnet A tiny pod in a snow globe These are already my memories And I am not even […]

Like saunas in fields Summer homes Pine simple Views of the marshes And the distant hills That do not exist The sky and the clouds Above the flat lands Where the moomins live 7/5

I found a battered moomin Lost previously by a child In time we both admired The bleakness of the lane

First morning birds Early in the sky Can be seen and heard Above the shadow fields 7/5

The chilled winds north east Did not welcome the sun A huge bank of cloud Had created a mythical hill My eyes were stunned Yet dull within my thoughts 7/5

Paige and Paige were sitting on a cold platform The station was cold The buffet was cold The coffee was cold The Met Office had promised mild winds In reality the wind was from the North East Both Paige and Paige hated the Met Office As they were wearing thin cotton dresses The Passenger Information […]

I have just returned from the beach The high winds are now quite frenzied And the sea is so beautifully wild Deal 55