Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was waiting for a train at Hayes Railway Station in Kent Having just purchased a book of George Orwell’s poetry from the bookstall Up to then I did know that Orwell had written poetry My attention had been drawn to an incident in Hayes Middlesex When a flying bomb fell on a Gramophone Factory…

The last photograph I remember of him Was taken not far from Dover in the June of 2022 He was wearing a light green shirt With a darker green vest underneath As normal he was wearing his aviator shades The army jeep that was in the photograph Belonged to a friend who was dining with…

Wisdom lead me through the verdant paths Past the barns and the ancient warehouses To the redundant church where my ancestors lay In their blissful tombs lit by subterranean lights He said that I should sing on the makeshift stage Which was impossible because I had no earthly voice So the assembled would only hear…

I came upon this abandoned card In the shelter of a Kent station It lay like a recluse in a neglected room   Out of curiosity I picked up the poppy card It was from a teacher to a departing pupil It read and I have changed the names to avoid distress   To Billie…

I often watch my son at play He has no mission My son is just playing   My other son is at war He has a defined mission My son is just killing

Midsummer walks with me As we explore the season Here in England’s garden I am slowly falling in love with her But know that she will leave me In the weeks leading towards my birthday This will break my heart It always does

Although it has been a tragic month for me I do love the month of June The wild briar rose and the clearing skies Populated by swallows and other visitors Brings me nothing but a rich happiness   The ancient tractors work the fertile fields Everything is new and in its early maturity Midsummer is…

I picked up a small wooden cross And placed it happily Into my linen pocket A gift from a coastal church     Kingsdown June 2022  

I walked away from the beach Up a short hill towards a church Through trees overhanging and full   The church was empty and quiet With the memorial candles Flickering gently in the breeze   The illuminated doorway glowed Sharing its light with the interiors I could feel God in the air     Kingsdown…

Viola in answer to your question the gates in question are simply called a torii these are traditional japanese gates usually found at the entrance to a shinto shrine they identify the gateway between the sacred and the mundane   Outlaw Viola Outlaw   thank you for contacting me as you are aware i am…