Stuart Miller-Osborne

Omar Khayyam

There was a door to which I found no key There was a veil past which I could not see Some little talk awhile of me and thee There seem’d – and then no more of thee and me

What of the empty hotels In winter resorts Where widows in weed Await their sailors return

I travelled with a German friend to a gallery in Canterbury Kent He was greatly impressed by a small painting in the style of Chagall It was called Angel over Canterbury and was incredibly beautiful I shared a coffee with Tomas not long afterwards and he asked me If I would mind if he referred […]

I spent my childhood in Japan A European boy in another country I was made to feel welcome by my fellows And became much fascinated by their culture But my one lasting memory now quite small Was waiting for my school train on spring days And watching the pastel pink and white blossom Fall gently […]

WHERE ARE YOU NOW AND WHAT CAN YOU SEE ? At present I am in my deceased father’s study (He died in a car crash aged 19 in September 1973) From the only window in this room I can see the sea WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING My fathers name was Stephen Masefield (which is […]

I am on the beach You are my Samurai I am wearing your black shorts And nothing else Samurai Samurai You are my Samurai I am taking photographs With your expensive camera Sardinia Sardinia You are so dry Sardinia Yet possess such beauty I am naked without you My Samurai

The woman in my railway carriage Is reading a newspaper She is middle aged And wearing a heavy coat It is bitterly cold outside I am without sight Forgive me

I was born In my Death bed

Without am nothing