Stuart Miller-Osborne

Do you know what I did? No When the TTI came into the carriage he requested that all tickets for passengers joining from Coventry should be made ready for inspection Well as you know I joined the train at Coventry but I did not show him my ticket How exciting but you live in Rio […]

In the summer most days were identical on JJ Williams Greek island Molly was on the narrow balcony that overlooked the garden JJ was at his typewriter Today he was writing a short poem Called Turner’s Daughter It was to be set in Margate Molly’s home town I was sitting in the shadow of the […]

Michael was dying He knew that he was dying The crowd that had gathered around him Knew that he was dying Two bullets had entered his lung He was drowning slowly in his own blood As he lay on the sidewalk He saw an angel With a message from God God forgives you God forgives […]

Zane was walking slowly across the plains as his horse was tired Martha was riding beside him Her horse had insisted that she ride him As she was a woman and he was a horse I hear that you are writing a poem Zane Cowboys do not write poems Jane Martha What is the name […]

There is a small building Built from Bath Stone Not far from Avoncliff in Wiltshire The pale building is positioned on a quiet road And faces the railway It was built in 1943 At the request of the Water Board But is now quite overgrown Two years ago Dan Chaucer and Elena Undressing Visited the […]

In a thousand years This lake will still be beautiful As it was one thousand years ago If I paddle lightly in its shallows I will momentarily disturb its beauty But when I leave It will return to its former self And retain its beauty  

There is a certain reality to the name of the lake Its beauty will never fade Elena Undressing wrote these words In her diary As she set up her camera   She walked slowly into the lake The camera was filming her Elena Undressing was a well-known artist And this was her latest project   […]

When the Queen Mother reached her ninetieth year I was in Dartmouth in South Devon The railway station in Kingswear Was highly decorated And many wore traditional costume To celebrate the occasion It was a very hot day And on the beach People wore very little But small flags of celebration Were still planted in […]

Earlier today I was celebrating with thousands The monarchs ninetieth year And then came the news That the Prince had died  

In a field not far away Courting pheasants Pass the feeding rabbits Whilst the doomed cows graze Without effort Unaware of their mortality   The sickly mayor Proclaims his love for the Queen People cheer But do not really care I am always suspicious of happiness The girl from the hat shop notes To her […]