Stuart Miller-Osborne

The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …

I dreamt that Vasco da Gama was sailing around our bedroom The moon although partially hidden by the drifting clouds Was bright enough to illuminate his voyage You were singing shanties in your sleep But I sensed distress So I placed my hand on your naked shoulder and changed your dreams You are now sailing […]

The quiet trees have lost their leaves Nothing entertains my window Apart from the stillness of the night I am drifting around my sole house Fading from room to room Nothing stirs Even the clocks have forgotten time  

Caron of the Seasons has returned from Spain We are at Avebury today Studying the Wiltshire light Neither of us understands its brilliance A blind harper is singing songs of dialect He has offered us bed and board In return for a share of our cargo  

I am waiting with my wife and two children at a ferry terminal in Western Japan Our ferry is due in two hours We have been in Japan for three days   During my stay I found a wallet containing a great deal of money in a market I handed it to the son of […]

Over thirty years ago I worked at a bookstall on Royal Oak Underground Station Although I served a large number of people I never served Ricky Martin Today I revisited the station A lot has changed The bookstall is now closed But can still be seen With its shutters down The small booking area has […]

That fawn skin Her dapple dipped hair Damp from her dreams Those blue eyes Dewy and sad Her cheeks are wet For I am leaving once more And am travelling far Her shift falls open I can see her breast Her rose nipple is erect I can sense an excitement in her manner My departure […]

Barren tree stumps parade in the cloying mud A lost ditch flows by quietly almost hidden The high mists are shrouding the sullen sky And the meagre crows are hunting for food In the stiff silence of a golden field  

I met a large bear in a shopping mall today It was in despair and was ready to jump from the gallery I am not going to hinder you if that what is to be done I said But what prompted your destruction bear? For a while the bear did not answer It stared only […]

You are walking around our bedroom half dressed as you always do The light of the fading moon is illuminating your bare bottom I am watching you in the mirror as I shave This is perhaps the reason I married you   You are now naked and sitting at your dressing table The dusts of […]