Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • Swimming

    The day was so hot that I swam in my street clothes As soon as I reached the beach The sea was quite rough and there was a noticeable current Which surprised me as this was the most benign of days I spent an hour in the sea swimming in circles Sometimes drifting sometimes floating […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Vagabonds

    I only saw them briefly waiting for a bus At the stop opposite my cottage They looked like that they had not slept The man was reclining on the damp grass Whilst the girl was staring openly at the road I did not see the bus that took them away As I was detained for […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Canterbury Café

    Cristina Apple and Lucy Hat were sitting at a low table Next to the café’s second door They had both dyed their hair and were in love   In the distance I could see my horse Bucephalus Who was standing next to Geoffrey Chaucer’s statue   He was staring at the heavy afternoon cloud Rain […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Cabin

    I spend a great deal of time in hotel rooms usually close to airports or railway stations This should drive me mad but it does not As I am an inspector of hotels For the most part I work undercover I visit hotels then I submit my findings to the company My company relies on […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Sand Martins

    We are sitting on a beach on the edge of town There are not many people near us I am watching the sand martins at play They do not seem to have a care in the world I wished that I shared their optimism You and I are relaxed at present But life is just […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Tracer Bullet

    Earlier today I picked up an odd shaped stone on the beach I thought no more of it until our evening meal When I considered its similarities to a tracer bullet It was agreed that we would return it to the sea Even though it was dark and raining outside As it would not have […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Peridot Four Three Twelve

    The peridot is sometimes called the evening emerald As in certain lights it glows a brilliant green But it lacks the intensity of the emerald   The dust of the peridot is often mistaken For emerald dust due to the similarity of its colour But the dusts are totally different   It was once believed […]

    November 16, 2020
  • A Spot of Bother

    She was ready to elope with her engine driver They had made plans to move away But her brothers soon became aware of her cunning idea And tried to persuade her to stay   But she was blinded by her impossible love And her brothers had to protect their sister So they removed the rails […]

    November 16, 2020
  • McGonagall’s Bench

    Feeling tired and need a seat Sit down here and rest your feet   It is too late now as the bench is gone Forget your breeding and sit on the grass But not after it rains As it will dampen your arse     Note – from 1950 to 1995 a small memorial bench […]

    November 16, 2020
  • Cinema of the Sun

    I am a movie director This is all that interests me I am not married Nor am I in a relationship With anyone but myself I am currently scouting locations For my next movie Everything is in place Except I have not cast any actors I do not need any They are redundant I am […]

    November 16, 2020
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