Stuart Miller-Osborne

Ophelia and I lay in the long grasses At the base of Sapphire Hill These flowers be the favourite ones of Master Shakespeare She said as she ran her slim fingers Through the white petals of the many flowers that surrounded us I watched as these flowers rose into the deep blue sky And slowly […]

Ethan Frome and Summer were in Bexhill on Sea They were visiting The De La Warr Pavilion As they walked from the railway station to the sea front they passed a fish and chip shop They were not hungry But stopped to look at the television which was tuned to a news channel The Pope […]

It was reported that over two thousand grasshoppers perished When the Soyuz capsule fell to earth On the parched grasslands of the Kazakh Steppe On Saturday the 18th of June A spokeshopper for the creatures noted That they had abandoned their philosophy Over two thousand years ago And that whilst the deaths were regrettable They […]

Doctor Young noted in his book Night Thoughts That an undevout astronomer could be considered mad He was much attacked At the time of its publication   His grandson Keith was studying The telescopic appearance of the full moon From the tower of his church He was at peace with the world   His devoted […]

Underneath Canterbury there is a subterranean railway station The station has three platforms Each at angles to the others The station was constructed over one hundred and fifty years ago And was designed to serve Maidstone and a few coastal towns The station has been threatened with closure on many occasions But has always been […]

You can lead a woman to culture But you cannot make her think Christina Vietnam was preparing breakfast She smiled at her younger sister Hannah I think you have got it wrong Why? I think she said You can lead a whore to culture But you cannot make her think It was attributed to me […]

Incestuous Quebec was sitting at her desk editing a paper on the economics of her country which she had provisionally titled   Public Votes and Private Purses   Her brother was sitting in their garden He was also writing   My bare breasted sister and her friends Had invited me to a Gauguin party An […]

I was in an art gallery When I saw a woman Wearing a white dressing gown Which had fallen open Revealing her black underwear Without speaking to her I was instantly aware of her birth city  

I was drifting through space the other day When thought of my first day at school And of my sisters feeding peacocks In a matter of hours I would return to earth And would soon be carrying wheat to my mill My brother would be collecting the fallen apples And my father would be playing […]

June 17th 2016   Poet and Writer Killed in a Traffic Accident near Herstmonceux The little known poet and writer Stuart Miller Osborne was killed in a road traffic accident near the village of Herstmonceux on Sunday at about four in the afternoon. The author of Sea and other unmemorable poems was travelling to the […]