Stuart Miller-Osborne

You live on the dry scorched rocks That lead to the seas of parting When the night fails You will still be dancing In the shadows of Orita

Not hidden but painfully shy I understand your reluctance To mix freely on wet warm days Within these secret locations

Tall and elegant like a plain tree Dressed casually as the summer ends Awaiting the autumnal shedding of your leaves You are the most amazing woman in this city

I have retreated into a silent world I will be there for a few days Before I return fully refreshed

After years in an uncomfortable crate I have come for my revenge These are the first three lines Of my one and only poem About vampires No other lines Are known to exist

My daytime occupation was to sell refreshments To those who cared to stop at my wooden shack It was a lonely position at the cross of two roads I passed the time listening your ragged tunes

At seven twenty four this morning Music disappeared from my life My alarm clock also fell silent As soon as I opened your blue curtains

Just a quick note Ingrid  You have gone too far this time  I know that you are a firecracker  But I do enjoy living in Folkestone  I really do love this town  With her incredible viaduct  And Victorian promenade  High above the sea  It is all so spectacular  And now we have our own  Piece of […]

I had never lived near the sea  Far from it  I lived as far from the sea As one could live But I could swim  I liked the sensation of water  Against my skin  Many of my pals  Could not swim  Because we were so far from the sea  I knew that one day a great […]

It was a story of two theatre’s Not many miles apart On our first visit You sat behind me And shared a chocolate bar On our second visit You sat next to me And have remained there ever since ()CMO/SMO()