Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was waiting for a much delayed bus When I noticed the remains of a fish Partially hidden in dry summer grasses The fish had been shredded by many gulls I wondered then if this fish Had enjoyed its value

In the hours before darkness I saw a fox cross a railway line It vanished into the grassy embankment The distant signal was oblivious to this trespass

There are twenty-nine cattle streets In my town Streets two and nineteen are the longest Whereas street seven in no more Than a short and narrow lane Which is totally unsuitable for cattle

1 I woke up in the back seat of a car It was dark and I was unable To comprehend where I actually was The deep red leather seats Were occasionally illuminated As other vehicles passed by 2 That was the limit Of my consciousness I was on the very edge Of what I understood

Natalie is not in my eyes There is nothing truthful In that association I do not know a Natalie I have never known a Natalie Natalie is not behind my eyes

I often watch you slowly Swimming naked in the sea This affords me a great pleasure  However due to the conditions  Of the coastal stream lights  I often see three Christines Beneath the glass surfaces Of the summer waves Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)

Je rêve d’étés français I Dream of French Summers Des fleurs touchées par de simples croix Flowers touched by simple crosses Dans le silence des après-midi In the silence of the afternoons

I am just an ordinary person Who sees things that others cannot see My eyes are quite normal  Although I am totally blind  This is the accepted explanation

La mer Le soleil La plage Été bleu Oiseaux marins Sable blanc Yachts à voiles blanches Sirènes Poissons argentés

she lives on a neighbouring farm a dairy farm which also sells cheese yoghurts and other related fancies my father owns a number of wheat fields which turn golden as the year matures we are due to be wed under the bells of st triticum on the last day of the summer fair