Stuart Miller-Osborne

lot not far from the beach  

in a seaside flag bright of colour near the parking

wrapped

I can remember you

You are just an average grassy path Descending sharply towards the beach We remember you with such a great fondness As you hold so many of our recent memories                

I was born in a farmhouse deep in the countryside As a small girl I would look over the stone wall And watch my neighbours and other locals Travelling to a market in the next town These were my happy and warm years   And then it all changed when my father was bankrupted The […]

On the Bakerloo Line at Piccadilly Circus There is a gap in the wall between the lines Where both the northbound and southbound Platforms can be seen to an advantage It has been reported that Ophelia Has been seen here lingering between trains Still wearing her damp white dress I often find withered flowers on […]

We had decided to have a free morning And spent it on the sandy beach Swimming and adoring the sun At about noon we went to the violet beach bar And sat under the palms Enjoying our ice cold drinks We chatted for a while to a German couple Who had travelled from their home […]

When I woke today I had already decided to become a transatlantic pilot I pulled back the sheets and designed my plane on your lovely bum Later that day I was on an airfield in Suffolk packing my sandwiches for the flight   We were sitting on a mini dam somewhere in Oxfordshire eating our […]

Of late I have begun to experiment With an ancient camera That I found at a church jumble sale I must say that I am pleased with the results As they seem to be rather fine And not from an amateur lens People have said that I have a special eye For the light and […]