Stuart Miller-Osborne

There are many who think That this summer From May to September Will be extraordinary This will please my friend Cleo Who works in the gift shop At the Lido This said she is still refusing To wear the cerise tee shirts As she prefers aqua marine

There is an artist who lives near me in the village Who in his younger years was a friend of Eileen Grey Due to an illness he lost his voice and is now silent He greets me with a smile whenever I pass his studio The vibrant colours of his paintings still shout loudly In…

As I retired from my dreams And opened my liquid eyes I saw her hanging in the pale sky Illuminated from within Yet slowly fading into the new day

We toured the churches when not on the beach As it was a welcome rest from the fierce sun Stan used his Box Brownie which drew curious glances From those who had never seen such a camera before Jane

I am currently on holiday in Portugal Salema to be precise All is well with my day My lovely wife is in the pool She is naked Jane always swims naturally I am writing this very poem On the back of a newspaper It was to be called SSS But I changed my mind As…

This is my favourite time of the day I love the feel of these fragile hours And the coolness of her silk

Delicate and strong Apple Thin designed using natural materials she has a natural talent

I have been writing for a number of years Have you ever suffered publication No I do not seek publication Where do you keep your work In the wooden cupboard At the top of the stairs You once wrote that you intended To sail your wooden cupboard Down the rapids towards the sea Do you…

My friend was working on the Empire project And handed me a number of unused posters Some dating back to the forties and early fifties Thy were a mixed bag of forgotten acts and variety shows Although the Boardman Sisters were quite prominent This moved me as Kaye Sissy and Emily Boardman Were three of…

On the more listless of my days I create the small theatres of Agnes We explore the histories of her nights And the tranquillities of Loren