Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have always had a contempt for physics Even though as your train sped past me at the railway station We were for a micro-second only feet apart I would like to sit next to you as you sunbathe nude On another platform overlooking the Mediterranean And read the book that was covering your backside…

The summer days are made up of three colours Orange yellow and green   On days such as these little moves in the village Apart from the busy butterflies on wing   A resting cat watches a sleepy bird But neglects its quarry as its eyes have grown heavy   Under the hot sun that…

The dust from the cornfields Was beginning to settle On the surface of the quiet canal As I walked slowly along the towpath To be truthful I was unaware of the drama As I was trapped within my own thoughts Occasionally these dreams were disturbed By the sounds of passing trains But this diversity did…

Reflection in a Shop Window I am looking at my reflection in the window of a shop The shop is one of two shops on the pier It is closed at present But retains its seasonal display   Although my face is largely shielded by my camera It betrays my disobedience quite clearly I have…

On the day of the wedding I went running with the bride We stopped by the ornamental lake and bathed for while As were drying ourselves I noticed a strange tattoo on her lower back It was situated just above her tailbone and resembled the New York Skyline When I asked the bride of its…

 I know that you are cheating on me Why would you think such a thing The table has betrayed you The table Yes the table Which table The table in front of us It is the nearest table to the door I am aware of that It is just a table It is much more…

At about five in the evening the skies began to darken And banks of clouds soon hung heavily above the town Lightning could be seen deep at sea But there was no rain Just hot winds That swirled and played With unconscious abandon Along the coastal roads And then without warning the rains arrived Violent…

The day was so hot that I swam in my street clothes As soon as I reached the beach The sea was quite rough and there was a noticeable current Which surprised me as this was the most benign of days I spent an hour in the sea swimming in circles Sometimes drifting sometimes floating…

I only saw them briefly waiting for a bus At the stop opposite my cottage They looked like that they had not slept The man was reclining on the damp grass Whilst the girl was staring openly at the road I did not see the bus that took them away As I was detained for…

Cristina Apple and Lucy Hat were sitting at a low table Next to the café’s second door They had both dyed their hair and were in love   In the distance I could see my horse Bucephalus Who was standing next to Geoffrey Chaucer’s statue   He was staring at the heavy afternoon cloud Rain…