Stuart Miller-Osborne

Pretty was sitting on the grass at Donnington Castle Her friend Sabrina had accompanied her on the visit The previous day paparazzi photographs of Kate Middleton had appeared in the magazine which Pretty was reading quietly Sabrina looked up Do you think that the photographs were an invasion of the privacy of the couple? No […]

Martin had made his way slowly through the streets of Newbury towards Donnington Castle which was about a mile and a half away He was due meet Alice and her sister Alice near the ancient monument Their mutual friend Ralph had also promised to come with his sister Rachel Bertie Bertie and Bertie had also […]

I was slowly turning into a pineapple My skin especially on my legs and around my pubic area Was getting rather rough My GP recommended plenty of showers I was in the shower when you rang me from the railway station You wanted to tell me that Venus was exceptionally bright But the frost was […]

Horses Two unnamed horses were leaning over a fence There used to be a railway here I know it was closed down many years ago I suppose the reasoning was the jockey’s welfare Explain Well jockeys are by nature small people And the railway owners were worried That they would have become lost and disorientated […]

Today I purchased a book of your poems Smartly presented in a brown sleeve It is called The Book of Hours Sadly all your poems are in German A language that I do not read So I will have to make do and appreciate The beauty of your book As we share coffee  

Mike and Pauline were sitting in a coffee shop in Marlborough High Street They had nearly finished their coffee and were considering ordering replacements Mike was reading a book about Wiltshire which had frequent references to Marlborough deep in its pages. The book dated from 1951 and it emitted an almost undetectable smell of damp […]

Along the wall of the subway that leads to the beach Many posters may be found Some show women from over forty years ago With Juliet Greco in their eyes Their black hair is cut quite short It is again chic you know to wear your hair And show your neck Other posters more sinister […]

January Morning As the morning begins to glow The ice moon sinks Below the rigid horizon The sky is now blue grey blue And betrays the month With its brilliance   Birds Black bundle birds Are gathered together On the night branches They await the brittle day   Moon A light breeze cloud Now obscures […]

Interview (Delirium) Instead of keeping a diary Jones April Jones kept the days of his life recorded in tightly sealed glass jars One day his wife gave him a triple fused nut Which he hid straight away as he was ashamed of its deformity   Interview (Delirium) Jones April Jones kept his winter specimens in […]

One of my favourite things after having a fever Is to go out on a winter’s day And feel the cold wind biting into my face Today was such a day Bless you Salisbury