Stuart Miller-Osborne

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 […]

At eight o’clock on each morning of his long life Mr Chumoudly-Green caught the train to Norwich Where he worked He was always alone There were no other passengers on the train He travelled on a pink season ticket Which he admired greatly as the train passed slowly Through the Cambridgeshire fields Mrs Chumoudly-Green was […]

Have you noticed How the December clouds Resemble flying saucers They hover but do not land Invasion may be imminent I will enjoy the theatre if it happens One must adapt to change  

Was the result of a football match player played on the 10th of May 1917 I did not attend this game as I was yet to be born Indeed my mother had not yet been born This would have made it doubly-difficult For me to attend the game So I decided to give it a […]

I have never visited your grave And it is likely that I never will The only image I have is black and white Well-wishers have gifted you flowers Which rest in the long shadows of the day My shadow will never cross your grave As I will not visit the country of my ancestors But […]

From where I am I can see the sun shadows on the ceiling They move slowly as the clouds progress Your course hair is touching my cheek I ask you why it is not perfumed You smile but do not answer Later I will sleep on your soft breasts But for now I will enjoy […]

Tie ye flowers into my maiden hair master   You might have said to me As I wheeled our trolley Around the SUPERSTORE I am considering your cunt Proud under your winter clothes You request the shopping list And tell me to raise my gaze  

Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty   The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it […]