Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am standing at your window Looking at the lush countryside That surrounds your house A horse is staring at me As it always does when I visit you Rebecca is wearing her red coat And is going to the shop with Sacheverell My apple pie is cooling on the table We will eat it […]

Each November as soon as the clocks are changed Delphinine and I climb the steep red hill and begin our search for her missing sister She vanished over fifty years ago when passing through the Panama Canal For five years we searched Central America for and visited the major cities in multiples of seven That […]

Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light […]

1 In celebration of my birthday my sister gave me a railway book which showed a likeness of Basel Railway Station on the 9th of December 1853 My sister is 1.70 meters tall and has average sized breasts with almost symmetrical areolas She removes all her body hair as she considers it more hygienic What […]

I was left this house in the will of a distant cousin It is quite small and rather scruffy The immediate area is not as desirable as it once was And the passing trains rattle the very foundations Of my house and others in the street But I enjoy their company I have painted the […]

She was pretty A flirt Talkative Energetic Effervescent Gay Good humoured And generous to those she loved So I asked a sculptor To carve a likeness of her left foot In white marble So that I might stroll with her through eternity     Benjamin Disraeli commissioned a marble copy of the left foot of […]

We are all voyeurs He said  Otherwise glass would not have been invented But what of mirrors? I asked It was God’s first creation So that we might admire our own reflection   I was admiring the poem which was hanging in Phillip’s hall It was written by Solange I think it is rather good […]

Pomegranate Purple Was tattooed on the right arm of a female skinhead who passed me in the street It was surrounded by garlands of red and white roses When I saw the girl again I asked her about the significance of her tattoo She replied that the tattoo had been a gift from a bus […]

I wish to sleep walk Half awake and half asleep So that I may always smile And never weep   But like many others I have lost those Who I have loved And I believe that sleepwalking May lessen my pain So that I can remember my happiness Again and again   I wish to […]

On September the 5th 1940 A Polish soldier Named Joseph Krzowoski Gave my father A book written by Sir Walter Scott On my 6th birthday My father gave the book to me I have yet to read this book But plan to quite soon