Stuart Miller-Osborne

Yrsa and Sigridur were sitting on the beach watching Rebel Without a Cause The evening was cool With a westerly breeze Caressing the beach Yrsa hugged Sigridur for warmth And showed her The amazing green stone That she had just found Sigridur looked at the stone And saw the reflections of the actors trapped within […]

I am slowly becoming invisible Each day another part of me vanishes Into the silent void In a short time I will be totally gone A fading memory in those Who once knew me    

In the anonymity of history My father wrote Into a book From Father To Wm M D Quenet Oct 9th 1908 Which started with the following words It was the best of times It was the worst of times It was the age of wisdom It was the age of foolishness I found this book […]

Sixteenth Century Postman I will lay ye below the cobblestones Where I have placed all our love letters Future generations will find your bones But they will not find me   Keeble Street Join me at the bar For a jar Which will not mar The day so far   Margaret Topless Write drivel on […]

Why do you caress my throat Beryl Surely the rain Has dampened your ardour    

Albertine knelt by the small stream and listened to her lovers poetry Albertine swam in the large river and listened to her lovers music Albertine sailed the oceans of the world but they remained silent for she was alone once more    

The brush clouds are hiding the morning sun but it is oblivious of their hinder The day moon is dusting its pale face with the fine lace mists We will walk barefoot in the dew fields when the hour gathers its colour    

In the quiet hour before dawn Sig, Nat and Ture Watched the fading stars I should like to travel to one of those Said Sig pointing to a distant speck in the sky You know that is impossible Replied Nat You would die before you your reached your destination even it the fastest spaceship But […]

The Beach Ball Hetty and Betty Stop being petty And hand me your beach ball now Tetti and Setti Have made spaghetti And are wishing to take their bow   The Silk Wrap Do not let your silk wrap Drift into the damp sand Tand, Band and Little Rand Or it will of no use […]

You are still tied to your climbing post Otherwise you would fall and rot The other trees are now a May Green But you are white and crumbling