Stuart Miller-Osborne

Four Greek Poets watched Three Marlborough Girls Return their trays to the kitchen of the coffee shop Where two of the staff were preparing my first meal of the day

I am in bed with my beautiful wife But neither of us is asleep As we are sharing a coffee Which we hope will wake us up   It is sunny outside and still quite warm But the temperatures are slowly fading In a matter of weeks the cooler winds will arrive Accompanied by the […]

I have been unwell recently But I am slowly recovering During my confinement I was met by a torrent of love It was so deep that I almost drowned

I am sitting on a lonely bench at Carnforth station This was where Brief Encounter was filmed some years ago I can still see Alec and Laura in the shadows near the buffet But they cannot see me as I exist elsewhere I am listening to music on my headphones It is relaxing me but […]

In a partially flooded field I saw a derelict piano Next to a bonfire not yet consumed It was quite alone and had quietly accepted its inevitable fate The winter mosaics had already attacked its wretched keys And the rains journeyed without passion through its barren church You were once the shelter of a great […]

Chi was walking through the silent forest The only sound that she could sense Was that of the dry leaves which drifted beneath her feet Her movement caused a rustling sound which echoed sweetly And then faded without caution into the encroaching night     kasa koso – Japanese – the rustling sound of dry […]

A derelict piano stands alone next to a damp bonfire It is ready to die as it no longer contains music This once fine instrument will accept no reprieve And looks forward to the taste of the cleansing flames     This is the original version of my poem When the Music Stops which was […]

It had been over ten summers since my beautiful wife Sylvia turned into a fox I may have been a little uxorious at times but we were quite happy Until the evening that she turned into a fox I had been working on my biography of Wolfe Tone and had left her alone for a […]

Barry the Bible Seller had had an exhausting day and saw a tea bar in a silver caravan on a piece of waste ground near the railway He was dying for a cup of tea and a little affection from a woman from the GDR When he reached the tea bar he found it was […]

In the High Street not far from the church there is a bookshop that sells nothing but the H.G.Wells novel Tono-Bungay There are over six thousand stocked As I had run out I popped into the bookshop on my way back from the marmalade factory On Saturdays it was staffed by a German woman retro […]