Stuart Miller-Osborne

Things are changing He is about to return This is a warning from Mother Teresa Prepare yourselves   Mother Teresa is now sitting in her comfy chair She is nearly asleep I am on the veranda of her official residence Staring at the lonely night sky   The heat is at its most oppressive In […]

Experts have proved that The White Madonna That now hangs in the Tate Is in fact a forgery   The Madonna was of indigenous descent And died with Custer At the Battle of Little Big Horn in 1876

You were standing in the light of a festive roundabout Your eyes were saturated by its neon stars   Blue Red Green Blue Red Yellow Blue Red Mauve   A ghost philosopher congratulated you on your beauty But you did not hear him as your mind was elsewhere Ghost Philosophers do not pass you very […]

Whilst waiting for a train at a lonely station I noticed that the thin winter sun Had created quite distinctive shadows Under the freezing platform canopy I knew that this theatre would not last long As these were the short shallow days On a distant planet a neon juke box Was playing slow songs in […]

I always feel better when I return from my ride To my home on the northern shore And as the seasons mellow I begin to cultivate my sea facing gardens

To alleviate the pain I sometimes ride my wild horse towards the Silver Pool Since my childhood years I have cast stones into this smooth memory I am often troubled though as I can no longer see the beauty of the sheltering sky But when I look upwards from the turmoil of the broken waters […]

Actor    Act Act We all act Our stage is our theatre But what do we do When the lights are extinguished

The shortest day Is in fact the longest day As are now taught to ignore The Perfumed Sciences     21/12/19 05:50am

You only surfaced for a matter of seconds Initially I thought you were a careless dog And then you vanished under the thick waves That were soon to break on the winter shore Not many fish frequent the shallows at this time of year Yet you hunt them without passion In search of your next […]

I watch your progress  During my sleepless hours And admire the false glamour Of your nocturnal journey