Stuart Miller-Osborne

Aska found a book of Norwich Poems In a field in Somerset He wondered how they had arrived In a field so far from home It was question that was to haunt him for years Until one day when after rescuing a drowning cleric He was told that he had lost the book Many years…

As he lay gravely injured in a flooded shell hole Hawkins thought he saw a servant girl Sweeping a small room She was damping down the dust with Holy Water He knew that his soul was being cleansed And that he would survive the war   Many years later Hawkins although an invalid Started production…

The other day we had occasion to take an evening walk The morning clouds had broken And a pleasant southerly breeze fanned the town We climbed a slight hill and found ourselves Above a valley full of flowers But there was no access to these meadows So we made our way towards the church Where…

Humber Humber Humber Humber I’ve got to find my motor car I’ve got to find my car My house is at the risk of burglary As I’ve left a door ajar   Humber Humber Humber What a beautiful bridge you are   Unfinished song lyrics found in a book of Larkin’s poetry by the author…

I always give money To mental health charities As it keeps me sane       Anon 2017

From low birth in Somersetshire Dark of complexion famed of Rosaline She is the Dark Lady of the Sonnets I wager you a drink my friend That it was Aline who seduced The Bard of Avon      

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle butt sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town   Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the ship…

His grave has commanding views of the bay and once a year on his birthday his family and friends meet at The Diesel Works and remember him I have visited his home on many occasions and try to visit Calypso at least once a year The colours of the abundant flora is what strikes one…

She sat on the deck of the Esmeraldas playing chess with the cabin boy But lost every game He knew of her heart of glass And read her every move His name was Sante Geronimo Caserio The week before we had been in Italy Visiting the quarries at Carrara As I was a sculptor Seeking inspiration Marble…

I am sitting in front of The Zetland Arms listening to a Leonard Cohen song Dance Me to the End of Love rolls gently across the beach and dies quietly in the gentle breeze You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking…