Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the tree shaded lane June passed without note As May had on the wind A new month arrived With its mysterious scents As a drunken wren Considered the mathematics Of a sycamore tree

Sebastian postponed twilight yesterday as he wanted to read his poems to the flowers before they closed

Come sun shadow move towards me let our histories mingle in the minute universe that follows us.       1978

A swan landed in rapid circles as the creatures gazed not daring to sleep lest they suffocate in the perfume of its disturbance.     SMO 1997

During the eclipse of seahorses the glimmer gulls will circle the mother mark and sly children will play on the green fields of sailors as they await their valued return Widows will free their embalmed doves and cover them with goatskins to deceive the blind Simpletons will ponder their own mortality and the infidelities of […]

The street café wears it’s neon hat and the sidewalk vibrates to the passing beat.     SMO 1985

Surveyed his estates from the many windows of his special room He raced his peacocks in the orangerie as they liked his citrus fruits mixed with grapes and curdled milk His haha was filled in as he did not approve of its humour and none of his trees were over five feet high Doves dyed […]

You sit there safe in your own detail as the morning silver illuminates you. are you at the end of a journey or the beginning ?   SMO 1998  

Do not, my whit girl crush this grape in your hand it will build you many houses as you change colour

Simplicity + 1 Simplicity, Simplicity -1 Simplicity + 1