Stuart Miller-Osborne

There is a field now far from the Westbury White Horse That used to be a wartime airfield Angela and I would climb a tree next to the railway line And watch the bombers as they took off heavy with their payloads The field is still there but it is no longer an airfield But […]

As I look over the fields of spring buttercups I remember my motherland I would have spilt blood for her But instead chose exile As I could no longer feel The bruised soil of my fathers AW 1938

Kalinka Komrade Leslie was cruising along the Thames With his Russian bride Natasha They were travelling to Algiers A Green Jesus smiled at them From the Hanging Woods Kalinka Kalinka On the towpath near the snowball trees Children sang and danced to the Russian song In the main square of the maiden town A girl […]

I wonder if the Lumiere brothers haunt this station still Or is it a trick of the light A slight of the eye As the train arrives

Victory I sketched for a minute and drew a hunched figure in a cloak The figure was looking into a valley The title of this sketch was Victory Have you written any further poems? Yes There is only one May I see it? It is a slightly mysterious and maybe nostalgic poem But I do […]

There is a SPA Near the HAHA Not far from the CINEMA Showing LALA Land

Decay has set in although it is not yet terminal The station sees more trains these days Which is a small improvement But the neglect of the past still hangs heavily in the air I am in the utilitarian waiting shelter And can sense the railwaymen of the past Remembering the people from this once […]

An angel sat on my bed and watched me dream Later as I held her in my arms We discussed the death of God She was sad and in her vacancy Asked me for help The following day after breaking our fast We began working together in my workshop

Ghosts are such gentle creatures I look forward to my stay with you                 Majesty

You write to me about Hibiscus flowers I know that you are lying As we are apart Prepare for my visit