Stuart Miller-Osborne

The moon hides within the swathe clouds The lights of Ramsgate are near Darkness has covered my Deal Town A special day is here  

In a damp box in a cold doorway Cynthia’s book lay exposed to the December rain Many passed bit no-one cared Until a sailor visiting Deal Took pity And placed the book into the woollen pocket Of his heavy coat He now lies in his bunk Many seas distant Reading Natures Stories   A gift […]

I had spent the morning dyeing the sea red With the help of Tip and Lo When we chanced upon a ship In sight of nearby Sheerness Do Not Touch Do Not Come Near The watery boards revealed But we were told to ignore These dull and frigid signs For this was the home Of […]

As Anderson walked along the kinetic subway Between Kings Cross and St Pancras He was admiring the art of the architect Subways were normally so featureless Haunted by those with no respect This was to be his last journey He knew that he would not return He stopped and placed both palms On the shimmering […]

Shall we not rightly die both by one sword and one tomb keep us both, one cedar box? Clotilde looked at the lighthouse which was located across the bay Laurent was swimming in the shallow waters Would you like to see me as an Amazon? Her brother did not answer He had found a mermaid […]

Rex was sitting in the olive damask chair He was reading I see the King has passed away at last I thought he was dead No he died yesterday His most gracious Majesty King George 111 expired on Saturday evening at 35 minutes past 8 o’clock Thus ended a course of personal suffering long and […]

When living in the farmhouse Frederick always considered the possibilities Of the kinetic hills Although the rake trees And the bay leopards Soothed his initial hostility  

The train was travelling at maximum speed Electron 2.4 The passengers in my carriage Were feeling a little uncomfortable Tap From behind the false wall Hiding the WC There was a tapping Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap People began to get nervous  I think there is going to be an ATTACK by Red Indians I […]

In the distance an oval bird Whistled in the damp darkness But I did not wake As I knew the night to be shapeless  

I had arranged to meet Lux Amour On the bench next to the electronic poetry wall Between the two railway stations   As soon as she arrived I read my poem aloud Into the red ribbed speaker   I would like to stay With Amal K During May Said Ray   Who is Amal K? […]