Stuart Miller-Osborne

Jack Jill and Jenny Had decided to run Through the swirling cornfields   School was over   Jack had a fine camera Dangling from his shoulder In a brown leather case   Claudia Dormouse was watching them From within the deep undergrowth That hid the sea road from their view   She knew that they […]

High fine cloud Tinged pink By the setting sun Rain is forecast Cornwall is already wet But the Slapton air is clear With only a gentle breeze coming in from the sea   The church bells echo over the village Tonight the bell ringers are practicing They have given up their time In the service […]

Devon Day Moon As the glowing afternoon fades into evening I can see you hidden In the deep blue sky   Sea Song   Ten sailors sing Let our ships pass This is all we ask On this voyage with our King   Both these poems were found written on the sea defences on Slapton […]

It was perfectly still Nothing stirred Then we heard footsteps Which ceased almost immediately For an instant A lantern cut through the thick Devon night And then the darkness returned   Later a horse passed by Hollow in the early dawn light We ran into our lane But saw only the vacancy of the hour […]

We were awoken by mysterious footsteps Perhaps youthful The reflections of a lantern Illuminated our bedroom for an instant I saw Marcello standing next to the wardrobe On his arm was perched a sleeping owl    

Flat ferocious foe Seemingly benign On the roadside I am too wise To approach you Unlike other innocent travellers Who you beguile without guilt   From A Slapton Diary (July 2016)  

I do not know the names of the flowers I find I do not wish to learn the names of these flowers I just want to enjoy their colour and beauty   From A Slapton Diary (July 2016)    

Beppe and Christina sat on the light iron chairs on their balcony They were drinking coffee Both were wearing sun glasses As the sun was bright Christina had unbuttoned her white shirt The breeze felt good on her skin In the apartment opposite an old man who had once been a member of a death […]

A Lecture   There is a castle in Ferrara in Italy which once from one of its towers flew the red flag of communism It was a proud moment On the 20th of December 1920 a number of our comrades were holding a meeting in the castle when a fascist parade passed by in the […]

The lazy looped sky looked sad As the sand bells gathered Above the sleeping town   I was on the path to the beach   You were sitting in your sham castle   There were many ribbons in your hair of varying lengths Some dangled from the tower Dancing occasionally in the storm breezes   […]