Stuart Miller-Osborne

Later in my life I crossed the road That led to the sea And spotted a Jimi Hendrix poster In an orange tenement window    

With careless confusion The die was cast Not in the bluebell woods Or the flat orchards But in the poor water Near the aged bridge    

As I crossed the southern bridge I saw the turning tide tired yellow Illuminate the bathing sun I saw the Manchester boats Seeking the night Their silken crews asleep Barking in madness At the perfect passing howling air Turned yellow    

a casual visitor one noted that the sunset occasioned the involvement of cloud and rivers far away    

Ventnor from a Window On a broken hoarding a small poster advertises without subtlety a film about a nymphomaniac   A barefoot woman in a scruffy green coat writes The daffodils are now in decline on the writhing bodies with a marker pen and wets herself again   Later in her only room she sits […]

I sketched Caron naked in the bath at the Victoria Art Gallery   In Bath I sketched Caron naked at the Victoria Art Gallery    

Alice and Arnold took the road through the village The black hunched cottages became illuminated by the bright clouds As they drifted towards the delicate hills    

The Bristol Bus Waited patiently in Bath As it prepared for its journey Green was its choice of colour As it prepared for its journey Waited patiently in Bristol The Bath Bus    

The South Eastern prospect of Bath can be seen from the South West by the residents of the North    

read the good book each Sunday they copied it on to magnolia leaves using a fine point pen