Stuart Miller-Osborne

Dover Companion  In my dream I was carrying you on my back around the streets of Dover With only your golden hair exposed As I walked I was describing what I saw But you were asleep and did not answer me On a couple of occasions I stumbled as the pavements were uneven I felt […]

Silver Kettle  I can see the reflections of your years Fading as I count them one by one There is now a secrecy within you Which you will not share   Hungarian Journey In my dream I was travelling to a football match in Hungary I was chatting to some of the rival supporters Who […]

Do you remember that day on the beach when you put on your yellow vest as the sun was so fierce I can remember the day clearly as it was when you took our first born to the sea so that he could paddle with you On your canary yellow vest Was written RELAX   […]

From my vantage I can see the centre of the world And will listen to your haunting strings     After the painting by Anders Zorn 

The moon has shrunk and is fast disappearing into the white light of the dawn The side of a warehouse faces our room It has been lazily whitewashed  But is always the first building illuminated by the rising sun Dios vive en Murcia En la terraza verde In the half light I can see you sipping […]

Ma belle femme m’a donné un paquet de mouchoirs parfumés Lavande douce Je n’ouvrirai jamais son cadeau Comme je suis jaloux du contenu parfumé Et ne les partagerons avec personne Je garde ces mouchoirs sur un plateau ancien à côté de mon lit Mes rêves sont pleins de leur beauté Je me sens bénie d’avoir […]

My beautiful wife gave me a packet of perfumed tissues Soft Lavender I will never open her gift As I am jealous of the scented contents And will not share them with any anybody I keep these tissues on an antique tray beside my bed My dreams are full of their beauty I feel blessed […]

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might […]

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might […]

Is it a passing train on a high embankment Or is it walking through a room full of coloured lights I was born in Reality which is a small town in Nevada