Stuart Miller-Osborne

Hilary Lyons sat in her bath in the middle of a cornfield She should have been collecting flowers for the church But because of the heat she had decided to take a bath instead After about an hour the new curate jumped into her bath And began washing her sins from her back Later after […]

It usually rains on Fathers Day But not this year The grandies are in their paddling pools In Somerset and Kent Enjoying the home summer waters

Hot Days Ideally one should be near water on hot days such as these A river a pool or even a stream would be agreeable The dog streets of busy towns Should not be considered suitable For the gentlefolk of the placid counties   Hot Days Ideally one should be naked on days such as […]

The Bride She stands naked hidden by a tree Watching her hunter on the hill path Her faithful hound has donned a disguise To fool the stream side bees Inspired by the copper engraving by Edward Calvert   The Swallows Come friendly swallows Do not hide from me I have brought my dear mother To […]

Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was under armed guard at the time My police statement after the assassination of Anti Fergus (July 1970)   Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was imprisoned at the time My police statement […]

I remember when you were in the sun fields with me Cutting cloth so that you might make a shirt Those were busy days but slow And I only now appreciate them In our separation   This poem was found by Caron in a copy of Paolo and Francesca at Windsor Railway Station on the […]

Windsor I find that I am still thinking of you As I wander in the shade of citrus trees My thoughts are of your green meadows And majestic towers Please as you lunch beside the wide river Think of me as I farm the dusty fields that separate us   This poem was found by […]

Late of the workhouse they rest in peace In their unmarked graves A mother and her child Weathered by the country winds Remind me of these lives forgotten This area of unmarked land is the designated burial place for the paupers from The Workhouse in the Parish of Hungerford 1837-1948 St Saviour’s Cemetery Eddington West […]

The Lawns The summer snow lies silently On my gentle lawns Having descended without protest From his grey fringed clouds The Lawns Majestic   The summer white snow Has settled on the green lawns That surround my home I search the sun clouds without success

Maxwell Moon and Julie were sitting on the beach not far from the disused airfield They were watching a lone Spitfire weave in and out of the clouds before the display   Nearby Timmy Toms was standing at his garden gate looking at the sea It was his birthday and he was remembering all the […]