Stuart Miller-Osborne

He died alone Quite alone WE were not allowed To share his final journey As the country was locked I resented this then AS much as I do now So I killed a couple of cops Who had come to arrest me For breaking the curfew THEY sent some MORE cops To KILL me But…

I saw the day moon in the green stones Under a low sun on the afternoon beach   The tide had exposed the white chalk rocks And had washed them sea sea soft smooth   I could not see the day moon No matter how hard I tried   There was a vacancy in the…

Two red telephone boxes glow red against the heavy sea mists   January has arrived   I am about to make a call but first I need to find Mr White   Two red telephone boxes glow red against the heavy sea mists   January has arrived   I am about to make a call…

I am in the background Of the photograph Near the sea rails Looking in the general direction Of Ramsgate Ignore the pier As it does not exist In anything but your imagination

Before the Storm For a while I walked the paths So merry during the sinful months But now they are deserted And like me await the storm Which is drawing near   XYZ Cold wind Bright light The violence of this day Appals me   Fragments The fading warmth of the November sun Scorches the…

The Spanish Nun Far from your homeland but near You are spending eternity beneath this foreign soil There was no greater sacrifice than yours Sister Teresalina   The Dead of Europe The trees are almost bare Their golden leaves are silent Everything is illuminated The autumn is aware of its own mortality   The Green…

Kite Hovering Oh timid bird Do find the courage To settle with me   Julie Florida Julie Florida stood in an autumn field Watching the leaves fall from the central trees A bleak flat west wind chilled her visit So she began to collect flints and gave them to the migrating birds As she waited…

The brilliance of the light dazzled the sandy beach Every shadow exposed the underworld of the town People were swimming in the sea in October And sunbathing on the sea steps A cast iron man of about my height Was perched on some outlying rocks Near the gallery of art He was awaiting the invasion…

At Reading Railway Station on Platform 15 there is a small waiting room In is plain and functional and I use it when waiting for trains I often contemplate the universe from this small room

We seek the new day And await the fading clouds Dark mornings will glow