Stuart Miller-Osborne

I can see angels riding radiantly On the low clouds Which move rapidly In the wet warm breeze   Riquet has written to me About his new canal   I will share his thoughts with you When the day cools   Written whilst walking into a sultry southerly wind on June the 17th 2015   […]

I will always remember your wonderful smile Which lit up my departure At that early hour   I have today stolen a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild Which date from 1945   When I return we will share the spoils Of my dishonesty As we stroll Hand in hand Along the freedom road    

Beneath this dour town Lies the dour earth Generations of my ancestors Rest there But I have escaped Your father said this to me as we travelled south Towards the valley where we now live But you will want to return as you always do the moment you pass through our gate You will talk […]

They buried you next to your faithful friend Over two hundred years ago But you still haunt my pen As we both write sea shanties In the house of the Griffin Cow    

You met me at the Café Once But you did not Bring your dog As it was exhausted    

Charles Gough your companion guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge   Charles Gough Your canine companion guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge   Charles Gough Your canine friend guarded your remains the gods thirsted for your knowledge    

There is a marc in the air today Storms are expected You are waiting for me at the Gare D’Arc-Et-Senans railway station A small grey and blue trains stops Nobody alights or boards the train You ignore it and remain seated On the wooden bench Near the dusty lane Waiting for the express to pass […]

In Theale in West Berkshire there is a church so large that I wondered why it was built to serve such a small village I asked many people but none knew why so I turned to Christ for an answer He suggested that we meet for coffee at the Café Once I surrendered my question […]

Winifred and Perdita walked along the northern beach towards the southern beach They were seeking the navy blue rocks Perdita had brought her blue black camera And was planning to take photographs Of Winifred diving into the sea So that she could enter them in a photography competition The following month The prize was prestigious […]

There is an unloved signpost on waste ground near to the railway station in Aldermaston Each day when I arrive I write a love-note to you in violet ink As I know that your travel is such a lonely pastime