Stuart Miller-Osborne

What transient beauty you possess In a week you will have faded But your colours will live long in my memory Purple Yellow and Green           11th May 2019

I was walking around the city wearing a special pair of shades What made these glasses a little peculiar was the near transparent frame Which contrasted greatly with the darker lens My friends teased me as the day was quite dull I told them that my eyes were weak As I had spent a great…

In a dream when staying in EASTBOURNE I found that I was at a railway STATION A steam train arrived on an irregular PLATFORM I fumbled for a camera but unfortunately did not have ONE

We were filming the advertisement For a clothing chain So that all girls could look like me I am running through a lavender field The most handsome boy in the world Is waiting for me on James Dean’s motorbike A week ago we were on a Greek Island And a swing was built under the…

When I was a teenager I was cycling home from Bath through an area which was known locally as Sally in the Woods I had made this journey many times before on my bicycle without incident but on this occasion I suffered a puncture deep in the woods on a rather chilly but bright September…

n a dream I found myself in London in an area undetermined by name I had met a Greek family who spoke no English lost in a bus station near Victoria As my Greek was poor and they did not have a second language I lodged them in a hotel and sought out one of…

Polly Pocket went in a rocket But fell down And injured her eye socket     Shine (aged four)

Peter Peter got wet on the beach today But he did not accept his fate And sat around in his damp clothes He now has a chill and has since retired To his warm bed to contemplate His future as an outdoor artist   Paul I am also an artist in the same street But…

As I walked towards a railway bridge In a town that I did not know I sensed the subtle perfumes Of her fragrant flowers

Quite why I am in my garden at 04:20 In the morning photographing the moon Is a mystery to me and many like me Who abandon their beds without cause To capture the mysteries of her journey