Stuart Miller-Osborne

I met you in a city park  During the days of soft pink  Two Americans lost  Not understanding history We fell in love  As strangers often do  But our paths were not smooth  As you were too intense for me  I could only guess at your circle  And the contents hidden within

I am not that brave  But you are a coward 

What was that said Charlotte  Drawing nearer to her sister  The sound of something falling  Bearly reached them  I don’t know  Let us go and see said Nancy  Advancing towards the door  But Charlotte put her hands  On Nancy’s shoulders  To stop her  No don’t go    1897

Dictation  What was that said Charlotte  Drawing nearer to her sister  The sound of something falling  Bearly reached them  I don’t know  Let us go and see said Nancy  Advancing towards the door  But Charlotte put her hands  On Nancy’s shoulders  To stop her  No don’t go    1897

The submarine Has surfaced  This is my submarine  I am on my sixth voyage  The captain has now joined me As he too  Can smell ground coffee  Deep between the waves 

Days and weeks submerged  Listening  Total silence  Always anonymous  Our Gracious Queen  Is my only book  I wear white cotton gloves  As I read  To muffle sound  This makes submarines interesting

I have a cousin named Raye  Who is now a nun  She is very devout But it was not always like that  As once she thought nothing  Of parading around naked in front of me  And enjoying my torture  When I mentioned it on a recent visit  She smiled quietly and noted  That it was all a matter […]

I have lived here for many years  Without calling it my home  Whilst resting in our empty bed I travel with you in my dreams 

Why are you laughing sister  Because this street  It has a silly name  Bake a Street  Think of all the people  Who would be hurt  If you baked a street  I would imagine that the street  Was named after the many bakers  Who once traded here  Brother a further question  The Bakerloo Line  That is […]

History never lies  But it is often corrupted  Little is known  About the Windrush  Apart from that it was sunk  By a German mine  Late of the war  Its history has now been rewritten  And is as thin as rice paper  Lost in an Atlantic storm