Stuart Miller-Osborne

Both my sisters are archeologists I often travel with them On their coastal trips abroad As my sisters like to dance In the shallows of the sea I do not share this passion And frequently write poems In my small grey notebook

We enjoyed an ice cream in the middle Of a railway track this afternoon But there were no trains today As this was a ghost line In years past it took soldiers On a one way trip to Hell Poets and Porters Artists and Architects Scientists and Shopkeepers They and many others Passed through this…

Of late I have let my hair grow It is now bleached blond Which is the result Of living by the sea But this style Does have its problems As when out walking I find that my sweat Tends to drop into my eyes And obscure my vision So I have taken to wearing A…

Today I walked between Sandgate And Hythe In temperatures approaching Eighty-two degrees It was a walk of great beauty With the sea glimmering Erratically to my left Before retiring into a soft dull haze The light was so incredibly intense That the beach users Were reduced to declining shadows Fading into the heat of the…

Recently I met a Finnish couple Who are both artists They have purchased a studio Which is about five hundred yards Away from the lanes that cross At present they are working with water And tend to paint quietly on the cliffs I mainly work with acrylics But have returned to water We frequently paint…

Cofra Station is a small village in Southern Crete It is where I summer swim and paint My studio is on the edge of Phillipine Ruins In a remote part of the island I have a steady stream of guests Who like me are artists of colour

The photographer Bill Wilson once said That a camera will not understand a woman Until its lens has seen her quite naked In a way I agree with this And as a nature photographer I always go into the countryside Just as the dawn is breaking To capture the essence Oh her naked beauty

Viktor was facingThe railway viaduct An elongated thoughtHad begun to trouble him As he could seeBut not hear Trains As they passed Overhead His fiancee Julie Was wearing An Orange Dress

Viktor was facing A railway viaduct An elongated thoughtBegan to trouble him As he could see Rats drowning In the river sewer Viktor was very tall And stooped a little He was aware of this And it embarrassed him

Hollow in its echos The city was hot Unusually hot Its colours Had not Faded