Stuart Miller-Osborne

There are two fishing boats High on the beach Between Walmer and Deal One is called the Denise C The other is called the Prose Sun The former takes fare paying passengers To the Goodwin Sands But the latter does not    

On the 31st of May 1431 a naked girl was found wandering along the beach at Deal in the country of Kent She spoke no intelligible language and was attacked by nearby fishermen and thrown into the sea near to the pier She was later rescued by Barbie and Ken who saw the incident from […]

Kingswear in Devon which sits on the opposite bank of the River Dart from Dartmouth was shrouded in a thick fog for some hours yesterday The fog did not reach Dartmouth or move upstream and was described as very unusual by the people of the village From a report in The Times Phyllis at the […]

I am sleeping with my half-sister Who is sleeping with her half-sister Who is sleeping with her half-brother Who is sleeping with me    

Dearest The hot air is beginning to be blown in from the continent Each time I look up into the high clouds I can see your reflection You cannot see me That is one of the mysteries of reflection Do you remember this day fifteen years ago when we were on a small fishing boat […]

On the hottest day of the year I thought of Maurice painting Rosalind on the hill above Wilton Wide Water He would be using Belgium Reds and Prussian Blues to catch just some of colours of her silken shawl During breaks in the day Rosalind would swim in the wide water and would return refreshed […]

Sitting in the shade under the magnificent windmill Maurice would watch as Rosalind danced lightly on the meadow grass field He admired her energy and occupation but would frequently ask her inhibit her dance so that he could sketch her before the light became shallow    

Whilst taking lunch at the village inn Maurice watched as beads of rosewater ran from Rosalind’s fine shoulders They would vanish beneath her cotton blouse without announcement He would never try to capture their movement      

During the days of heat Rosalind was told Never to bathe in rosewater As it bore her name    

At four in the morning Lillian K was given a small casket It was decorated with blue,white and clear jewels Which lit up in an enchanting sequence She dressed and stood on the balcony Which overlooked the sea And watched the jewelled lights flashing Blue White Clear Blue White Clear White Blue Clear White Clear […]