Stuart Miller-Osborne

As World War Two drew to a close a German soldier lay dying in the ruins of churchyard in central Dresden As his life seeped away he took a pencil from his blood soaked coat and wrote some lyrics on to a small piece of paper which anticipated the dance craze some fifty years later […]

The Greenwich Foot Tunnel Is closed until further notice Due to severe flooding Please use alternative routes read the sign as Sandrine-Sandrine approached the slope leading to the tunnel. She looked across the swollen river at the great ship which stood proud on the opposite bank Balloons for hire £2.00 each was chalked on the […]

On the platform at Island Gardens Sandrena-Sandrena was writing a poem It was called First Class Hieronymus Suddenly a man kissed her on the cheek as he boarded a train His name was Mitchell and he was visiting the Cutty Sark Sandrena-Sandrena ran after the train through the platform puddles But the shoal fish Pencil […]

I saw this morning A Blackbird chasing a Kite I had always suspected The cruelty of colour    

I swam near the wooden bridge Hardly breaking the surface My lack of effort Was witnessed by the other campers As they sipped their Rose Vinegar Supplied by the quiet Dr Hawley Just as I emerged from the river They all began singing It wasn’t quite delightful, delightful, delightful It wasn’t quite delightful – but […]

The boy with the hollow eyes Lit an oil lamp And stared at his reflection In the teaspoon That had been placed in front of him This was his object of desire       

  Socialist in Furs   Socialist in Furs Was the working title Of my poem But I changed it When I discovered That you were Of a more extreme persuasion   Lines Without a Father and hand in hand we walked the violet paths towards the fortunate hills   Daughter of Silence I found a […]

You are sitting at my typewriter typing a letter to me You have removed your shirt and your breasts are punctuating I do not care for your punctuation but I am enjoying the spectacle      

On the 6th of June 1612 the Philippe Virginie set off on her voyage of discovery. She had been at sea for one year and one hundred and thirty one days when she spotted an island. As night was falling the captain ordered that she should weigh anchor for the night However due to the […]