Stuart Miller-Osborne

catkins in the north wind the spring breeze weeps  

the sun sinks the sun rises the sea is constant

after the storm sea grasses bleed green  

the moon is hiding in the clouds it is reflected in the lake

I read somewhere that cities such as Bath and Oxford borrow from the light from the sun in the morning and returns it with a great gratitude as the evening draws in But what of Margate It is a town of many buildings some quite lovely but none can be called outstanding as is the […]

You are walking around our holiday home In my Benfica football shirt and nothing else I have brought it with me as we are going to a match In a white stadium in a few days time The red shirt really suits you But I have asked you not to get it wet When you […]

orange mist sun bird flies over the sea

I can feel this lovely town An island within an island Half hidden in the haze Our beaches stretch into infinity And always reward my gaze     Written on a postcard 

Behind me is where the where steamers Once called At the head of this beautiful pier   I am sharing a lonely morning coffee With you As I always do on Saturday mornings     26/03/22          

I found a Ken doll in a charity shop today Wearing a scruffy red tee shirt and colourful shorts My purchase was rather apt as I live by sea God does have a sense of humour Especially during the summer months     Outlaw