Stuart Miller-Osborne

Odessa and Paul had been married for ten years And each year on the day of their wedding anniversary They would travel to Walmer Sands and watch the passing yachts Paul had once owned a yacht which was orange and white with a blue flag The flag had matched the colour of the sea off […]

Odessa Young was standing on the beach She was speaking to her future husband on a mobile phone I am standing at the water’s edge    Paul and I are considering a swim    In the distance a white yacht with orange sails Was making good progress due to an agreeable wind The yacht was captained by Odessa’s future […]

Whenever I am in Scarborough I always think of time passing I stay at the Grand Hotel on the sixth floor facing the sea It is a hotel that knows time above all other things The four towers indicate the seasons of the year There are fifty two chimneys counting the passing weeks And there used […]

I long to kiss Germany To bury myself under her raven fringe I want her ruby lipstick to remain on my white cheeks So that I may study my love reflection as I travel home

Breathing Breathing Breathing This wild garden is breathing once more I visited it on the last day of summer And was given a Japanese Willow Tree

I will be visiting the Captains Garden tomorrow He is currently at sea I must say that I am tempted to steal some of his blooms My sister however has written to him To explain his future loss

I hate you so much This is rarely heard in my house As I live alone And have given up acknowledging my reflection Indeed I have removed all the mirrors I own So that I may love myself unconditionally Without further argument

One   Fifteen years ago I ran for a bus at the central railway station I caught the bus and struck up a conversation with a girl called Lola She is now my wife Two    Fifteen years ago I ran for a bus at the central railway station But the driver did not wait […]

The heat of the passing years has not faded You have not changed I Adore You

I am planning to return tomorrow After many years absent To sit on the railway station In the deep afternoon heat Is all that I require of life at present 10th August 2020