Stuart Miller-Osborne

Yesterday I purchased a Victorian print From a traditional spring fayre in Rye The New College in Oxford I was told by the vendor That the print had originally belonged To his late stepmother Who when she was just a child Found herself on the final refugee ship Bound for the safety of Felixstowe The…

Today I am visiting Ash Which is between Sandwich and Canterbury It has a very prominent church That overlooks the nearby meadows At the time of writing Wisteria is everywhere It sleeps peacefully Within the warmth of a May afternoon An anniversary has been celebrated There are flags everywhere Red Red White Red White and…

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