Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Old Rifle Range Under the towering white cliffs near the coastal village of Kingsdown in Kent one can find a derelict rifle range once used by my marines The years of disuse have taken their toll and the whole area is in a state of advanced decay I initially visited the rifle range in […]

On my left there were a number of men dressed in Great War army uniforms There were in a circle and singing hymns I looked out to sea Neptune and his mermaids Were swimming in the waves I filmed them on my phone A wretched waif dressed in filthy rags Tapped me on the shoulder […]

It seems strange that their pens became silent On the same summers day A great deal of time has now passed But they have not been forgotten In the dereliction of their years     The War Poets Hedd Wyn and Francis Ledwidge were killed on the same day July the 31st 1917   

Dreams of an Alternative Reality I was in my bedroom when my long dead cat Topaz came up to me You have been away for such a long time I said quietly my voice nervous with disguise Topaz gave me a loving look as I stroked her and then left my room forever I waited […]

Meet me once in Bloomingdale’s Meet me near the pier Touch my hand in Central Park Let me know you’re near   Think of me when travelling Think of me asleep Touch my passport photograph My world is yours to reap   Forget me now my silent love Forget my thoughts and deeds Just think […]

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 then that his soul was being cleansed And that he would survive the war   Many years later Hawkins although an invalid Started […]

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 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