Stuart Miller-Osborne

Cuentos Espanoles Solange knew that she would not find many orchids in France So she travelled to Spain Objective behaviour was required There was no room for error Various orchids attempted to be original But she did not fall for their vanities   Cuentos Espanoles Spanish houses are built around a central open courtyard or […]

Solange Solvang collected orchids Other pastimes bored her Leading to irritation and delinquency A holiday in France Not far from the Atlantic coast Gave her the opportunity to look for her orchids Each more beautiful than its neighbour  

My father threw himself under my train last night I was travelling to Babylon He had called himself a lump Unemployed and useless A spent force Injured and dying Like a silent horse He shared the streets with them He shared the city air But they ignored him My mighty warrior   I am preparing […]

He was as always talking about his Jack Hick upbringing in that wooden shack and of his sister’s church dress which she wore only once It was pure white The same colour as Christ’s skin after the blood had drained from his battered body I was waiting outside of the county jail Roxy was in […]

Geoffrey Woolley From JFWG Christmas 1932 Rebound Oct 1942 Lost near Aylesbury Nov 1942 This copy London Dec 1942   We have found your book Geoffrey It is in bad shape As one might expect And the drying of the pages Has caused me much occupation   It was found under a pile of slate […]

Dour autumn clouds you have followed the east winds again My county now rests quietly under your bleak blanket Do not seek the summer sisters For they no longer reside with me They now jest playfully amongst the most southerly of lime trees And will not return  

Three years ago on the anniversary of my birth two lorries from my favourite haulage company passed the brewery Today a heavy grey plane flying quite low banked and landed in a grand manner The platanus trees next to the bus stop assured me that this was quite a regular occurrence   Devizes October 2016 […]

The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces I had a song in my head I could not identify the tune That morning when walking towards the railway station I found a rabbit in a distressed state The creature was confused but was not alarmed by the […]

I was painting an icon On the base of a matchbox When the Bishop’s wife passed me by She was listening quietly to Billy Ocean And was complaining sadly About the laws of motion Her husband’s faith And my unseen devotion   This short poem now resides in a small plastic bag placed under a […]

I was made redundant today after twenty years with the same company and am travelling on a later train feeling rather sad A hoodie is playing his rap music loudly to the displeasure of others in the crowded carriage Nobody challenges him I wish I had a Bowie Knife so that I could cut his […]