Stuart Miller-Osborne

Flat ferocious foe Seemingly benign On the roadside I am too wise To approach you Unlike other innocent travellers Who you beguile without guilt   From A Slapton Diary (July 2016)  

I do not know the names of the flowers I find I do not wish to learn the names of these flowers I just want to enjoy their colour and beauty   From A Slapton Diary (July 2016)    

Beppe and Christina sat on the light iron chairs on their balcony They were drinking coffee Both were wearing sun glasses As the sun was bright Christina had unbuttoned her white shirt The breeze felt good on her skin In the apartment opposite an old man who had once been a member of a death […]

A Lecture   There is a castle in Ferrara in Italy which once from one of its towers flew the red flag of communism It was a proud moment On the 20th of December 1920 a number of our comrades were holding a meeting in the castle when a fascist parade passed by in the […]

The lazy looped sky looked sad As the sand bells gathered Above the sleeping town   I was on the path to the beach   You were sitting in your sham castle   There were many ribbons in your hair of varying lengths Some dangled from the tower Dancing occasionally in the storm breezes   […]

On an original July Day In the Jasmine Garden J Jacob Lay on the grass Looking at the sky Time was passing through the universe at an alarming rate Above him a Pterodactyl flew high over the town Completely unaware of its own extinction  

You attended the meeting naked With protest slogans Painted on your breasts   We were all rather English About your exhibition Coffee was ordered To inhibit your chill   And with our eyes averted We continued our meeting Discussing subjects of interest Such as teaching and teaching methods And successful marketing and the materials required […]

A well-appointed engineer once commented to Mr Turner that the light in Deal had special qualities And that this type of light was not found in other counties within the kingdom The artist had looked at his friend and noted that he had nearly drowned in Calais during a recent visit But he had no […]

Caron of the Spirits Is wearing her new blouse She is dancing To the music She does not stop   I am fearful for your future Tiny Disco Flower For you may break from her gossamer And fall unnoticed on to The Dance Beat Floor And there be trampled underfoot In time to her music […]

Not much is known about Shakespeare’s dog Apart from the fact that it had four legs And a tail