Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • A Trip to Assisi

    Sister Christine was standing in the shower in her hotel in Assisi She was looking at her feet Which were covered by the retained water in the shower tray She loved the feeling of her feet being immersed in the soapy waters of her shower and often stood for a few moments in the declining […]

    November 28, 2015
  • Two Continental Sisters

    Lived in a sleepy town By the sea It was called Pointers But Potters by you and me   They frequently painted in the plain air On the town’s legendary beach I often tried to visit them But found them out of reach   George Bishop 1911    

    November 28, 2015
  • The White Owl

    I admire and desire The freedom of your light flight Small bird Sliding hiding riding gliding You skim the wave tops Of the low bow trees Your river shine mine lost in time    

    November 28, 2015
  • I am my own imposter

    I am my own imposter My sister’s brother Was badly hurt In my mother’s car  

    November 28, 2015
  • Daphne Sweeps

    Daphne swept seven sweet sweep clouds From the morning sky And on the radio A hero of mine Sang a song sadly About malt whiskey and rye  

    November 28, 2015
  • Edward Burne-Jones

    Rudi and Gerti went sailing But Heinrich Muller did not As he had broken his leg After falling from a horse It was a fine day But a husk of black cloud Hung over the distant horizon Which promised later storms Heinrich had written a short letter From Dante Gabriel Rossetti It read Poor old […]

    November 21, 2015
  • The Poetry Field

    The poetry field is green at present Which surprises me as we are in November I wonder how long this renaissance will last  

    November 21, 2015
  • Praise from a Vanishing Point

    Tom Tyger slept in a white room On a red bed With a blue pillow Each night he dreamt of Friendly flags flowing freely In the winter winds  

    November 21, 2015
  • Muse

    I suppose you could call me socially illiterate fuck Then do arsehole Enjoy your trip into the gutter Which you call home   But does your likeness hang in celebrated galleries? You thought I said celebrated gallantries Did you not? You are deaf as well as stupid   I think that this answers your question […]

    November 21, 2015
  • Southern Green

    When I was very small I met an engine driver Who was very tall He asked if I was a driver to be Who would drive through Kent And down to the sea I said I wanted to be a station-master As I knew the trains Would get faster and faster He said hop on […]

    November 15, 2015
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