Stuart Miller-Osborne

Sisters (four) wearing Soft (felt) hats Are in Carnaby Street This is their first visit to London Elspeth Bonnie Alba and Greer

What language does God use or understand That was a question that bothered me When I was a child Having been brought Up in Northern India I was very aware Of the subtle differences of language I had always said my prayers in English But knew that my Chinese friend did not When I asked […]

We are in a motorway service station It is three in the morning We are sharing a coffee Just to keep awake You have purchased a book As a gift for me Modern Nature Derek Jarman I am reading it and watching people I admire his book It makes me happy You are so thoughtful […]

I can remember on a wet evening In Hastings Retiring into an obscure cinema I watched a film about trains And fell in love with an android I have not scripted this poem It has a past but no future The thing that I like about androids Is that they lack emotions As they are […]

Hail is rattling against my bedroom window I am holding it at arms length As I hide under my warm blankets A week ago I was sitting On a coastal terrace Looking out to sea The air was mild And the sun was bright Spring had already Presented her calling card This was a favoured […]

Stan why do I always find a pair of my panties under your pillow Because I like to be close to you You can keep a pair of my pants under your pillow if you like It really fucks me off Stan I am a busy girl Stan and I find it really annoying It […]

From my room I can see a golden figure Swathed in robes in a desert landscape It does not move nor do the winds disturb its fabrics I was born in a sunny doorway on a bright Spring day And as a child knew that I had butterfly wings I kept these hidden in case […]

Suzanne Mer sits in her room Sketching She brings colour to the world With her pastel crayons Suzanne Mer writes poetry Beautiful poetry That brings happiness To all those who read Her poems Suzanne Mer is my creation Suzanne Mer lives within you

I had a cousin who was a little older than me Her name was Cherry Palmer We were both distantly related To George Palmer Of Huntley & Palmers fame The strange thing was that neither of us Had a sweet tooth and cared little for biscuits I last saw Cherry at a wedding when she […]

Madame Would you care To dance with me On a deserted Metro platform Next Tuesday at six I look forward To your answer