Stuart Miller-Osborne

Humber Humber Humber I’ve got to find my motor car I’ve got to find my car My house is at the risk of burglary As I’ve left a door ajar   Humber Humber Humber What a beautiful bridge you are     Unfinished song lyrics found in a book of Larkin’s poetry by the author […]

I always give money To mental health charities As it keeps me sane   Anon 2017  

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Christopher Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle but sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town   Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the […]

His grave has commanding views of the bay and once a year on his birthday his family and friends meet at The Diesel Works and remember him I have visited his home on many occasions and try to visit Calypso at least once a year The colours of the abundant flora is what strikes one […]

When waiting for trains at Santa Justa I often think of Isidore of Seville I consider Montalembert’s view That this good man was The last scholar of the ancient world He converted many to Catholicism And now hundreds of years later Their ancestors comfortable within their religion Pass me in their hundreds on the smooth […]

The flame trees at the end of my garden never move Even in the strongest of winds I often watch them from bedroom window As I count my orange feathers   I am alone in this house I have been so for many years My sister feeds and clothes me Without her I would be […]

She sat on the deck of the Esmeraldas playing chess with the cabin boy But lost every game He knew of her heart of glass And read her every move His name was Sante Geronimo Caserio   The week before we had been in Italy Visiting the quarries at Carrara As I was a sculptor […]

Thank you for speaking to me at lunchtime from that lovely town I am still feverish but on the mend Thank you for sharing the sounds of the street saxophonist with me For a short while I dreamt of Sonny Criss and Charlie Parker And the unknown saxophonist who played so hauntingly next to the […]

The outriders are beginning to gather in the grey evening sky God bless these outriders A futile moth flits simply between the darkening flowers God bless this futile moth The trees are wandering now within the traffic of a cooling breeze God bless these trees I am feverish and am sitting on a low bench […]

I can sense your conspiracy Hidden the deep luxury of my field Hark Be silent The emperor now approaches Ita feri ut se mori sentiat