Stuart Miller-Osborne

The White Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are rewarded   The Black Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are rewarded   The Red Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are […]

I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev I often take it on holiday with me as we both like to travel   I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev I often take it to the theatre with me as we both enjoy Shakespeare   I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev It […]

The silk trains roamed freely exchanging lives I could see them all above the hollow roar of the town my name is Forbes Frazer but that is of little importance to the many that pass me    

A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was not watching the trains A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was watching the trains A man of average height sat x legged on a wall above a platform he was […]

I dreamt that three friends long dead had accompanied me to a football tournament in southern spain where an eisteddfod was taking place we won our four matches and were rewarded with a trip to gibraltar from where we sailed    

Boreas You trample the harvest soil but the grain is safe as your ride carelessly in your poor temper   Eurus In the high of the year you cool the burning fields yet you are still disliked because of your earlier crimes   Notus You call yourself the calm wind but your soiled goods will […]

Let the red glow Sing triumphantly In its address As it fades to white. There is no colour   A  full lunar eclipse was photographed in a sequence of twelve images over Hefel in Anhul Province China in December 2011.    

Arresting an urge to sleep I carved an amber cross Without disturbing the fly    

From where I stand I can see the decaying angel Strong in the sea Under the sheltering cliff My Johnny lies fallow In her milk-chalk reflection All paths lead to her beacon I sound the clouds And they reply With their normal gun-gash ferocity These are my thoughts of renewal    

Let the tears of the seven daughters cleanse the night buildings with the lavender light of the humble skies The silks of the rare birds will glisten as they gather for love