Stuart Miller-Osborne

The larger fox said to the smaller hedgehog Lets Dance The smaller hedgehog although flattered refused the offer As it thought it unlucky to dance on grey granite     Orange  At about a quarter past two this afternoon I fell asleep on the orange beach Adopting the foetal position Although dreaming I was fully […]

colouring exquisite silks blue and red is like caressing the summer flowers in his eternal garden  

the blue mountain is sleeping hours pass quietly without confusion all is quiet

Rieka    Why do you not lie with me on these warm pebbles  Florida    They are in all shapes and sizes Miami Blue   And colours do not forget the colours bright and full Kane   if you lie still for long enough a memory will appear  Skater     A memory Green    You will leave your impression  […]

I lived there as a child At number 28 This is a street In Canterbury Kent Nothing much happened there Apart from the talking dogs And the philosophical cats I visit my childhood street From time to time To see if number 28 Is still engaged in time travel  

I was due to meet Victoria Grace But soon found out That she had turned Into a house brick So I built a wall In her honour

I might row to Kent In a brown paper boat Using oarblades of dead fish   But it would be more fun To be arrested as a pirate Whilst landing in Norfolk    

Methinks that they railway used brutal tools When carving through the Kentish fields and hills But now over a century later we have inherited The beautiful symmetry of rural and rail Which leads me to believe that there must Be a God somewhere in this deep green universe  

Caroline Sal was a shepherdess who watched her sheep mainly in the High Meadows of Stephen She suffered from an extreme shyness when matched with strangers But read vociferously to her attended flock Who she believed hung on her soft voice and vivid descriptions She was reading the letters of Madame de Sevigne to her […]

In 2017 Ines sat with Liam under a tree in Avebury She was topless but nobody really cared As this was the Summer Solstice And the day was piping hot   In a Wiltshire town not far away An old man was listening to his radio The Archers was just about to finish When he […]