Stuart Miller-Osborne

My mother was a Land Girl but said little about her experiences Apart from how much she enjoyed the Kent countryside In later years she told me that was not uncommon For the Junkers who frequently made low level attacks On nearby towns and other targets to machine gun Land Girls and other people as […]

I survived I survived I survived  That is the limit of my consciousness I survived all the battles of the war  Without even a bloody scratch  I wrote many poems now long hidden  In those blazing dreams of my experience  Each day I try to exorcise these poems  By disturbing the dusts of the many tables  That litter this […]

I am on board a crowded ship  I can see Folkestone in the distance  France is within view  I am off to war  With luck I will return  Another soldier in a different uniform  Is waiting for me with his rifle  I might kill him  Or he might kill me  I will not know until the dice […]

The trench contains the dead  Buried before they died  Vacant eyes reveal the distant crosses  Their names are immortalised in Hell I was buried too but still breathe  The chilled dark but metallic air  The blood of many others has stained  My heavy coat that hibernates no hope It is snowing now and there are no more […]

Christmas Present Christmas Past All our Christmases were built to last 

Stan  Yes  What are you writing  A fiction  You did not sleep well last night  I know  Why was that is something troubling you  Not really  I often sleep badly  Was it a bad dream  Yes  Describe your dream to me  It was apocalyptic Carry on  I was working on an air base even though I […]

I was sleeping in my apartment  From my panoramic window  I had great views of the six cities  i was awoken by people arguing  in the yard below my window  but I did not rise as I was unclothed  My apartment is perfect in all ways  It caters to my every wish  I have pajamas […]

Stan  Yes  I went to a jumble sale today  Did you find any exciting  A nice fishermans sweater  I do not think it has ever been worn  An unwanted Christmas present maybe I also found a book on typing  It dates from 1969 An interesting read  Not really  But it did have a short poem in […]

Rooney was obviously not her real name  As Mark Anthony was not my real name  These were our passwords  Rooney was a Dutch woman of about thirty years Her features were a little unusual as she was pleasant to look at but had rather large teeth  These gave her a rather alarming look when she […]

My name is Stephen Masefield  I am married to Olivia Jennings  She did not want to lose her maiden name  When we finally tied the knot last year  So we agreed to call,ourselves  The Poet and the Magician  As I am a well known and celebrated poet  And my wife is a fine magician  Who sometimes appears […]