Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Toad that ate the Snatch Leaf The toad that ate the snatch leaf Knew all the secrets of the tide It knew where the sands Were at their softest And the waters far and wide   Owen Owen MacArthur Owen Owen MacArthur Was a master of the sea He knew the depths Of all the […]

L’aube Lever du soleil Matin Midi Apres-midi Soir Coucher de soleil Crepuscule       Voyagez bien Jane Miller Reviens-moi

I should be writing about Rotherham Railway Station For that is where I am at present In my waterproofs and wellington boots The station now boasts a canal Between the narrow platforms And how nice in looks under the bright lights But I am thinking of your breasts That are illuminated by the Hampstead Moon […]

An audience whether one or a thousand Is the final part of the process Of writing poetry I am not sure who reads my poetry And pretend not to care But I like to see my words in peoples eyes And on their lips and in their thoughts That is possibly an arrogant attitude But […]

Is God an artist I ask myself As the light In East Kent Cannot have been Accidental in its origin

22222 I should be saying happy palindrome day This is the first palindrome since the 11111 What were you doing then Anna I was living in a garage A garage Yes a garage in Greece Why were you there I was living with Graham and Gertie What were you doing in 2011 Anna I was […]

I always do things that make me happy Whether it is completing a watercolour Or listening to Louis Armstrong on the beach Although I am of a meagre talent I create postcards using meadow grass And bring dry colours into brilliant life This is how I pass my quiet sea days Here in this village […]

Le perle Le rubis Millis was sitting in the corner of the room on a worn settee She was drunk and had been drinking heavily since she returned from her grandmother’s funeral The chain which swept down over your once ivory throat Will never as it used to do adorn your breasts Your breasts will […]

Equidistant Six months ago the sun was high in the perfect sky and the air was agreeable to all Our weather today is different with heavy cloud obscuring the winter warm sun The breeze is still mild but the fields no longer scream   It’s Local Phillip I travel by train each day but both […]

Winter Wedding Bleak narrow country lane The fallen leaves are almost hidden Crushed and motionless They are colourless now A young man in a black suit and brown shoes Walks nervously towards the ancient church He is careful to avoid the deceptively deep puddles For his sister is due to marry her love In the […]