Stuart Miller-Osborne

Do not drink the Daphne Water I tell you You ignore my warning Be careful Ogier! The strong bearded man looked up at me You will find no tyranny hiding on this beach He replied taking a second sip I tell you this story as it happened there in the shadow of Reculver Towers Maki […]

As I walked in the many tunnels Under Kintbury Station I found a photograph of Byron In my jacket pocket I had not noticed this before Which was pleasing As I did not have any photographs of the poet Since my last visit barriers had been erected Which perturbed me as I did not have […]

Glad Songs We are both sitting in a bath without water Discussing music The lock on the bathroom door is broken We may be here for some time   Christians in Hawaii The Christians in Hawaii are aware of its volcanic origins And pray each day for its salvation Cacti do not have this faith […]

As I was waiting on the platform At the railway station The Golden Freight Train passed me by Its weight Shook my very soul Which at present is made of glass And is much admired by birds in flight    

Each day Tim Thomas Tim Purchased a Coffee at the Café Toledo And extinguished the candles   Each day Tim Thomas Tim Entered the Houghton Evangelical Church And extinguished the candles   Each day Tim Thomas Tim Went to The railway station in Main And extinguished the candles   He could not stand the thought […]

The artist and his four models were walking along the steep path towards the beach It was a steep descent made all the more difficult by the equipment that was being carried Frank was unable to carry much as he had lost his arm in the war He had sketched a little but this was […]

Tough Tough Wilderness and Fe Felix Fe were sitting on Deal Pier It was a dull grey day and the coast of France visible on certain days was shrouded in mist This annoyed both of them so they had brought thirteen pots of powder paint to brighten the day They had lined these pots up […]

El Alamein Two corpses lay jagged in the sand Missing limbs their blood had run dry But this was not noticed By the congregation party Who were digging their graves   Comrades Bury me in the high light In the soft shifting sands Return to your children before year fall And hold them in your […]

Maelwen was sitting on a bench at the railway station reading a book of poems by Charles Kingsley Her train was not due for an hour Or maybe two She lived in Ash Vale with Roger Roger and Anna It was a pleasant house Roger Roger and Anna were at that very moment counting Brillo […]

White Fable is driving down deen down forever brown With a frown Have pity pretty Kitty on this boy from the city Join him in a passion prayer To show him that you really care But do not touch the aspen leaves For these have been tainted by many thieves   What are you doing […]