Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • Orange Sunrise

    Splendid horizons The morning is full of light Sharp shadows witnessed

    January 10, 2022
  • Gentle Creatures Sleep

    Misty spires shadow The golden suns fine display Gentle creatures sleep

    January 10, 2022
  • Burying the Confederate Dead

    The stickiness of the blood is identical No matter the army The supple earth has never disguised its disgust All men die as heroes I weep at the ugliness of it all     Richard Simms (1942)

    January 10, 2022
  • Haiku

    Golden Mists Golden mists brittle Will fade during this warm day Beauties short pageant   Slow Leaves Slow leaves descend chilled Against a fast fading sky The suns warmth weakens   Early Morning Rain Early morning rain Wind from the east gathers pace Wet paths expected

    January 10, 2022
  • The Poetry Field (One Haiku)

    The Poetry Field There is paleness to your skin Dress before the winter months chill you   The Poetry Field Warm caressing air Humble beginnings betrayed Dark season ahead  

    January 10, 2022
  • The Second Spring

    I admired your youth I admired the fullness of your summer But now as we wait for our winter I am no longer seduced by your vivid colours   The Second Spring What Colours! But your brittle textures Inhibit me   The Second Spring I have been seduced by your velvet decay The small deaths […]

    January 10, 2022
  • The Alphabet Trees

    The Alphabet Trees Have Helped Me And Continue To Help Me God Bless The Alphabet Trees

    January 10, 2022
  • Sandwich Limb

    I own a brightly coloured beach hut in Brightlingsea Which I occasionally visit I also own a fish and chip shop here in Sandwich Which I have called Papas Fish & Chip Shop As my grandchildren Call me Papa And enjoy fish and chips But they do not like my beach hut As they consider […]

    January 10, 2022
  • Irish writers come to die in Brightlingsea

    Well that is not strictly true As no famous Irish writers or poets Have died here I live in this small town But I am not Irish And I hate the taste of oysters This said I consume Five sandwiches each day To aid my delicate constitution Before I swim in the sea I am […]

    January 10, 2022
  • Hungerford at Dawn (Mid-February)

    The eastern sky is quite bright With small torn clouds Floating aimlessly within its display Hungerford is still shrouded in darkness Only the face of the town’s clock Provides any illumination The cold season is far from spent Bitter winds are expected But one can feel the mysteries Of warmer days Hanging in the rigid […]

    January 10, 2022
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