Stuart Miller-Osborne

Caron of the Seasons has returned from Spain We are at Avebury today Studying the Wiltshire light Neither of us understands its brilliance A blind harper is singing songs of dialect He has offered us bed and board In return for a share of our cargo  

I am waiting with my wife and two children at a ferry terminal in Western Japan Our ferry is due in two hours We have been in Japan for three days   During my stay I found a wallet containing a great deal of money in a market I handed it to the son of […]

Over thirty years ago I worked at a bookstall on Royal Oak Underground Station Although I served a large number of people I never served Ricky Martin Today I revisited the station A lot has changed The bookstall is now closed But can still be seen With its shutters down The small booking area has […]

That fawn skin Her dapple dipped hair Damp from her dreams Those blue eyes Dewy and sad Her cheeks are wet For I am leaving once more And am travelling far Her shift falls open I can see her breast Her rose nipple is erect I can sense an excitement in her manner My departure […]

Barren tree stumps parade in the cloying mud A lost ditch flows by quietly almost hidden The high mists are shrouding the sullen sky And the meagre crows are hunting for food In the stiff silence of a golden field  

I met a large bear in a shopping mall today It was in despair and was ready to jump from the gallery I am not going to hinder you if that what is to be done I said But what prompted your destruction bear? For a while the bear did not answer It stared only […]

You are walking around our bedroom half dressed as you always do The light of the fading moon is illuminating your bare bottom I am watching you in the mirror as I shave This is perhaps the reason I married you   You are now naked and sitting at your dressing table The dusts of […]

At eight o’clock on each morning of his long life Mr Chumoudly-Green caught the train to Norwich Where he worked He was always alone There were no other passengers on the train He travelled on a pink season ticket Which he admired greatly as the train passed slowly Through the Cambridgeshire fields Mrs Chumoudly-Green was […]

Have you noticed How the December clouds Resemble flying saucers They hover but do not land Invasion may be imminent I will enjoy the theatre if it happens One must adapt to change  

Was the result of a football match player played on the 10th of May 1917 I did not attend this game as I was yet to be born Indeed my mother had not yet been born This would have made it doubly-difficult For me to attend the game So I decided to give it a […]