Stuart Miller-Osborne

I purchased a garage never built  

That afternoon we painted the garden chairs a brilliant white We had planned to walk but it was too hot Aunt Mimi was sitting on the jetty with her feet dangling in the lake Quite often her friends swam from the jetty But she was alone and reading poetry Brutal French poetry Which seemed so […]

He travelled the world Edward Morgan Edward Morgan But always returned To his simple maid Jenny Jones Jenny Jones His girl from Llangollen Who was both handsome and fair With sky-blue eyes And flaxen hair  

Shadows strange Quietly dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And feel the August soft wind Caressing your hair  

Shadows strange yellow Dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And feel the violet breeze As it opens your eyes  

The wheat fields are bare Some have been burnt And the trees that are still full Await the autumn winds  

Quiet mists not yet warm Bring silence to the fields Near my home  

Shadows strange yellow Dance on your bedroom walls I watch your breasts Rise and fall As you sleep And wait for the late summer rhythms To enter your day  

Two years ago I swam naked from a southern beach And spoke to jelly-fish attracted by the warm waters Today I listened to a saxophonist Near an artificial water feature In a mundane town I did not speak to any jelly-fish But surrendered alms To the talented musician  

When she was a child Sarahe Shakespeare Easte would spend a good deal of time playing on the gravel and tar hills that could be found in most lay-bys She admired the rigid structure of these hills and how they did not attract vegetation Her father ran a burger van not far away and in […]