Stuart Miller-Osborne

In an Age of Elegance When I was about eight years old I visited Windsor with my school to see the Queen It was a tepid day and we had been waiting for quite a while My thoughts wandered I saw an elegant couple walking slowly along the Long Walk Where shortly I hoped the…

I found a book by a Polish author between the seats of a great coach which was transporting me from my rural home to my place of work As always I sat in the front seat of the coach as I enjoyed the panorama of strange travel I even enjoyed the monotony of the grey…

Sleep Charm Mistily my sleep comes down (What now of the brilliant sea) Mistily the silken brown Quiet darkness covers me   Quietly my sleep draws near (What now of the winds long flight) Quietly it comes the solemn clear Nothingness of my night   Muriel was sitting on the old settee in the garden…

I have a couple of bookends Sculpted in a likeness of Marie Antoinette Yesterday one fell tragically to the floor and lost its head In a fit of deep passion I removed her sister to a safer place Where the mob would not find her

Whilst travelling onboard a steam train on a preserved railway I saw a large dog sitting in the corridor of the carriage It occurred to me that it was admiring the wood panelling But I was mistaken as it was in despair at the state of the world   We shall be better prepared for…

Sartre once said I am alone in the midst Of these happy reasonable voices  All these creatures spend their time  Explaining realising happily  That they agree with each other  In Heavens name why is it so important  To think the same things all together    What has that to do with us Anna Not much…

Nelly and Nora were sitting on Portland Pier They were sharing a sarsaparilla and watching the distant parasols The island was full of visitors as the day was fine Shall we paddle later as the sea is warm? I would rather bathe So would I but there are so many people here I should like…

Dieppe She collapsed in the street Whilst in transit She was thought to be a derelict Without luggage Shortly afterwards she died quietly without a murmur Her brother had planned to design her gravestone But no one could remember where they had buried her       2018

Wind from the East Glass tears fall from my frozen eyes As the ice winds scratch my cruel face The ballroom floor is almost deserted Which is a pity as the band is playing my favourite tune Dazzle   Dazzle    Dazzle   Dazzle   Brutal March The freezing sands have covered the early flowers There are no glimpses of the…

Snowdrops The Fair Maids of February Have joined us now Let us climb the church towers And welcome the Spring Journey to the Stars Last night as I was travelling home I paused for a while and looked at the bright stars In the cold night sky For a brief moment I thought I was…