Stuart Miller-Osborne

In our antiquity we will witness your birth in the house of our nativity     In late 2011 the skeletons of a man and a woman were unearthed in Italy. There were in the position of embrace.

I have hidden my history in a box of fruit you will not find me

h o s e w h o i g n o r e   t h e c u r v e o f t h e s k y     v w  e   i    r            b e s                  e l                                          a l                                            t n                                             e e                                              d           […]

on the pale reflected sands the reclining sea leaves no fine tracery

You haunt the caverns of the seven hills oblivious to your musical name but hum the chants of the nocturnal as you weep at the news of the spring.     1975

Lay ye in the Cuckoo-Buds Once more Sweet Eglantine Then clothe thyself In my Lady-Smock And we will dine at the Violet tables   A short poem by a George Dymock (1810-1846) found amongst his papers  

Uno When awaiting trains never wear a scarf whose colour matches that of the waiting shelters Dos During the chillier months collect red leaves and dry them Tres Question why Honeysuckle is not found near busy highways on the shorter days Cuatro Never travel across bridges with less than six arches Cinco When danger threatens […]

the last bus fades into the exhibition of light it is empty as no travellers care for its direction of travel You have seen the moonrise through my tinted windows I have noted your liquid grey eyes We sit at a street table and share a cup of coffee I sip from your saucer the […]

I ran through your brittle leaves and looked at the angel trails in the mourning sky Why do you burn these leaves and not scatter them as the season’s gift to me?   After Autumn Leaves by J E Millais  

A life size white horse dating from the 1960/70s can be seen in the yard of an antique establishment in Hungerford, West Berkshire. It has been there for some months, quietly weathering but this process of decay has raised some fundamental questions. 1 Now that you are gone will I only see the rough grasses […]