Stuart Miller-Osborne

Orange Trees Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dews of summer   Orange Trees You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion   Orange Trees When the long nights of […]

  Travelling with Phillip If I take the road to Norwich My journey will be same There and back The only thing that will differ Will be your conversation   Bathwater On Tuesdays and Thursdays My brother Phillip Prepares baths For both his sisters However due to the lateness of their day they often choose […]

  Phillip and his Two Sisters My brother Phillip has two sisters One has raven black hair The other is a cornfield blonde They often wear wigs To confuse him   Phillip and his Two Sisters My brother Phillip has two sisters I am married to one And live with the other Phillip is not […]

I agree with your sentiments But be aware Of the lands beyond Which gather no favours For the careless explorer   From a letter written by King Henry the Eighth and believed to refer to Anne Boleyn’s breasts  

Some say that you are now shabby I reserve my opinion Musicians and artists Have been born Along this road And when young Would have watched the trains From the level crossing gates Which even today is a pleasant occupation  

  July Change Your whole garden Has been consumed By a dry fire But do not worry As the pastel music Will douse the flames   Rye Harbour I sense saturation The sea dominates this work But remains unseen Nothing is natural Save for the salt grasses And the white light  

Yesterday I saw a purple bumble bee At an international rugby match To my knowledge nobody else saw the creature As they were too busy discussing Barbados at fifty Silk spools And the sparse trees of Sunningdale   A bumble bee was seen at the England v Argentina rugby international held at Twickenham on the […]

Every morning my brother Phillip And his two sisters Share breakfast with me We normally have toast and marmalade But now as the days are getting shorter And the mornings darker We are choosing porridge And other warm cereals  

When I am tired I often think about colour Red it is much loved by landscapes Green is only found in derelict houses Blue as we all know is the colour of locusts And yellow although fickle is a friendly colour  

Wears blue even on the warmest of days She has taught me all I know about the loyalty of colour It is now November The days are short and the light is harsh A month ago colour was everywhere I had hoped that it would not fade But is has been swept away By the […]