Stuart Miller-Osborne

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 […]

When Dorah D felt melancholic She would always bathe her ankles in the bidet And trim her lady hair In order to make blankets for the poor    

As we lay lazily on the grass We watched gliders Piloted by geologists Ride the thermals   There were three in total Each chasing the other In an aerial game of tag With no winners and no losers   I knew that the pilots were looking at us And calculating what influence The subtle presence […]

Today I am visiting your Chelsea House You have been commissioned to illustrate my most recent poems I do not think that poetry can be illustrated You agree but spend the next three hours illustrating my work I feel that my poems are too oblique We break for coffee and you invite me to join […]

Marlowe opened his summer window and thought he could smell a bonfire in the distance He owned a painting by Jamie Klein that showed two Victorian sisters beside a bonfire It was called Autumn Leaves This was his wife’s nom de plume Her real name was June Day Which she disliked    

He kept me waiting as he had become lost within the madness of The London Lean By the time he had arrived I had already built a church on the alluvial plains of the village It looked splendid and proud as it rose from the soft diseased swamps My visitor was much impressed I invited […]

I have a friend who lives on the South Coast He was once a soldier who lost his nerve When in battle And requested a favour from God If I remain alive I will sacrifice the first living thing that crosses my path when I return to my home He expected it to be his […]

is staying with us in Hendon to hide from the press everybody who lives in Hendon is famous so she will not be noticed her photograph has appeared in many magazines but she appears plainer in real life my wife treats her like a daughter and the girl treats my wife like the mother she […]

Veronicas is standing on a quiet underground platform Waiting for a train The platform is crescent shaped and she is alone Apart from a drunken sailor Who is waving at a rum poster On the wall opposite   This is the evening of the World Cup Semi-Final Between England and Spain Men have ceased to […]

I am painting green and yellow flamingos on to your white porcelain bowl When complete I will let it dry in the smooth warm breeze as I fear that the hot sun will fade my fine work You are sitting on a canvas chair reading a cheap battered paperback which is called The Abdication of […]