Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Poetry Field After you were attacked I neglected you You seemed unclean Please grasp my hand And forgive me  

You see my friend when the railway was constructed there were already houses in place The engineers had to get around the problem I was sitting on the pavement outside of a newsagents shop with Andrew Jackson Andrew Jackson was the vicar of St Matthews The plan that they came up with was ingenious What […]

I sat next to her in the football changing room after the match She was naked and preparing for a shower Have you ever changed in a male changing room before? No it is not the most subtle of locations is it? Does it not worry you? What is wrong with your changing room? My […]

  Clarke’s Colours White (Private Thoughts) Can you keep a secret Stuart? Yes I am going to paint my front door blue I will tell all my friends of your decision Phillip I thought you said that you could keep a secret Language in a social product and therefore I am unable to keep a […]

You once danced naked in these purple fields For a dare You merged with the blankets of buttercups I was your only witness That was many months ago Now we are almost in the time of autumn The days have shortened but the warmth persists Even the rain is warm We are living in the […]

When visiting Spain we were approached by a farmer proud of his golden bales He spoke of a fete across the waters and the silver rails Tis glorious sir the whole village turns out Even drunken Sal We adopt his directions The only route to true consciousness lies in the examination of one’s own consciousness […]

Petra Banks adopted green always pretty forever seen This short rhyme was written in green chalk on a wooden noticeboard leading to the garden of the allotments It had been added to the noticeboard many years previously For reasons unknown it never aged or was washed away Even during the wettest of foul winters At […]

Mount Sinabung is erupting again But few complain As it stimulates the rain The much needed rain My island has lost its majestic glow But what do I really know The sky is awash With the white grey ash That settles on the sea And on the nearby beach And even on ships out of […]

Over forty years ago I sat on this lawn in front of the great cathedral as part of a church party I must confess I was bored We had been paired off and I was sitting with a girl called Julie Hawn She shared her sandwiches with me Cheese and tomato I explained to her […]

Coloured Glass The still water glistens and reflects the coloured glass The month of August is nearly spent But its light has not dulled   The Spanish Boy A Spanish boy asked me why the tower had not sunk into the Wiltshire marshes I explained to him that the cathedral was supported by foundations Blessed […]