Stuart Miller-Osborne

Happy little trees set in threes Mask my Gothic home Somerset July 2023

You are all colours to me Bright in the summer months When the light is strong I love our mornings In the early breeze When I sense winter I draw you close to me To retain warmth We close our eyes And start the familiar journey

Ella likes Kandy bars in Panama

I have collected stamps since I was a small child But since meeting you I have collected your photographs In rich albums Saturated in colour To celebrate our love

Have you noticed that most Catholic Churches On the continent tended to employ artists Who were asked to glorify the Holy Family But there were exceptions like the one in Arles Which celebrates the life of Martin de Nîmes Who saved the church during a terrible storm

I would not say that she was forward But Adam’s girlfriend thought nothing Of walking around the flat wearing Nothing but a pair of white jeans And sometimes less than that She noted that her parents were naturists And that was the way she was brought up My parents were and still are explorers But […]

I only dream on magical nights We are on a steep hill With all the fiery lanes Draped in thick smoke The choir and the musicians Have been arranged On narrow terraces The concert is about to begin Ladies and Gentlemen Please take your seats The concert is about to begin

Although I have never worked there The depot at the end of my road Is supposed to be haunted By the ghost of a Swiss girl Who was murdered on a train Between fifty and sixty years ago Normally I would ignore these stories But of late I have seen a red glow Emitting from […]

And now rests Not in obscurity But near a runway

The sisters owned a wool shop Charlotte in a State Which was on the corner Of All Saints Road South And All Saints Road North Between 1820 and 1962 All Saints Road East Had run in the direction Of the railway station But this had been truncated When the Wood Green bypass Was built to […]