Stuart Miller-Osborne

I can see the soft Bath Stone Radiant in the early May sun As I lie with you in our bed

May had arrived and the first cricket match of the season Had started at exactly thirty minutes past two The air was humid but there was a light cool breeze Which held the temperatures back even in the sun The hollow sound of bat on to ball echoed endlessly As Alison B and I watched…

Photographs possess no sound One could photograph an explosion But it would remain totally silent I often record this in my prison diaries So that my captors may understand my silence       Curtis Stephens

Every four years Curtis and I repeat history We visit a certain coastal town on the 5th of May And another coastal town on the 6th of May   Today the subject of our discussion Was the silence of photographs As it had been four years ago But as we had done in the recent…

I hear that you have a rather odd way Of showing affection when you are apart I would not call it odd but just loving What do you do We photograph our bums and send the results To each other via our phones Is that not a little risky One of you might send it…

Travel and tell no one  Live a true love story  And tell no one  Live happily and tell no one  People ruin beautiful things    My relationship with that town Is the story of a love story Was she wearing clean underwear today Not totally clean but acceptable The town was empty you see  …

Over the years I have seen many famous actors Perform on the stage in famous theatres Some of these actors are sadly no longer with us But I retain their performances in my memory As I know that only their ghosts haunt the stage

Christ Has Risen The skies have the advantage now Do not look up Or you will be blinded By the white light of his resurrection   Christ Has Risen Stop weeping The tomb is empty Look into my eyes And witness his reflection   2018

Lady Godiva Cover your eyes small boy Thou shall not witness her nakedness In this city of spires Only the blind will see her breasts   Lady Godiva Late of the wetlands She rode naked Through the marketplace When the clouds lifted The cobbled streets reflected The origins of her journey   2018

The Music of Vagrants What shiftless creatures they are Taking little pride in their hygiene or appearance I often meet them on lonely roads And swap sweet grasshoppers In the golden green rain   Corrupted Maidenhead Idle Coventry I often look at the skies above this woeful town Which change constantly but never change Only…