Stuart Miller-Osborne

Caron and Stuart Live next to a white river Where they bathe daily They can be seen from the road

Exist only in dreams of fever The geography of intimate beds We have all shared these silks

I took photographs of cherry blossom On a cool evening in late April Just as the sun was setting

I disagree with your politics So I am going to kill you With Love

I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water With his daughter I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water With his daughter In Malta

Sammy and Grace Purchased a yacht When he was twenty three They were very passionate But then they broke up And he fell from Grace Into the cold unblue sea

Many years ago whilst cycling with friends I visited a D Day beach in Northern France The scars of the war were far from hidden We enjoyed our time swimming and relaxing in the sun But one thought haunted me throughout my day

My mother was in Germany After the war Helping to clear up the mess But it was not all hard work As she did enjoy leisure time This was occasionally recorded I have a photograph in my possession Which shows my mother and friends Sunbathing and swimming near a river It is a haunting photograph […]

They used to lay wooden planks Over the flooded meadows I could see them from my bedroom window And then the floods grey worse And they floated away and became jammed Under the towns one and only bridge Norma Jean Bridge was her real name But everybody called her Norma Apple Juice Because of her […]

I was asked to write a sapphic poem By the organisers of the literary festival This was difficult as I am not a poet Until I remembered the green girls Swimming naked in the Maye Lake Next to the closed branch line west Josephine