Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • The Purple Sash (Dream Stories Dover)

    I was walking with the Queen and one of her dogs on the southern downs After about an hour we passed a Spanish woman in a white cotton dress She had a deep purple sash hanging from one of her slender shoulders Our visit seemed to surprise her and she wept for a while The […]

    July 16, 2017
  • August

    August is the assassin’s month and as soon as the month arrived I began planning my next task A year had passed since my last assassination and I knew that the authorities were expecting me The large houses on the main street provided me with ample cover as I prepared my rifle   I am […]

    July 16, 2017
  • Land Muse

    On clay hoof the easy paced horses made their way through the muddy fields July had surprised everybody by being wetter than expected The warmer weather had lingered for a while in the southern counties But was soon cloaked by the grey clouds that arrived on the west wind   Aurora the goddess of the […]

    July 16, 2017
  • The Kingsdown Poems

    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 breeze You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking […]

    July 16, 2017
  • Lansdowne Dream

    She stood naked on the brow of the hill Admired but untouched by those who passed her I watched her through my large sheet window Hello my name is Ralph Storm I am a retired merchant of Caribbean descent Near my kate gate was bringing the poor girl refreshment For the city was hot that […]

    July 8, 2017
  • Characters from Blake and Other Thoughts

    July 5th Today finds the author on a field trip in deepest Wiltshire he and his colleagues are awaiting for their equipment which has yet to arrive Whilst others pass the time writing letters to their loved ones or enjoying the comforts of a very hot day the author is reading through his book of […]

    July 5, 2017
  • The Poetry Field

    You are now cushioned by waves of honey coloured wheat From my vantage I can see the doomed swimmers  

    July 4, 2017
  • Sleeping at Bedwyn Railway Station on a Summer’s Afternoon

    During the recent spell of very hot weather I found myself walking in the Wiltshire countryside It was almost musical The hot winds were dancing with the golden wheatfields But the distant trees remained still That was one of the many mysteries I faced that day However I was required elsewhere I am always required […]

    July 2, 2017
  • The Beatification of Father Etienne Pernet

    Sammi Coconut and Precious Glass were swimming naked in the lake where a King once drowned As they swam they could see two cops standing above their abandoned clothes taking notes Do you think that we are in trouble for swimming without clothes? I doubt it they are probably waiting for us to come ashore […]

    July 1, 2017
  • Anniversary

    Anniversary My father was born on June the 30th 1926 Today is June the 30th 2017 My wife received a compliment about her complexion today Exactly ninety-one years after the birth of my father   Anniversary My father was born exactly ninety-one years ago today His heritage was partially Jewish In his lifetime he never […]

    June 30, 2017
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