Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was quite well known in the village that I kept a bearded dragon in the Valencia Barn During the colder months it would hibernate in the deep seas of straw that I had prepared This was unusual as bearded dragons tended to migrate to warmer countries as the months withdrew I had named the…

I saw the incident as I was cleaning up after the video gamers had left I was the third cleaner But divorced from the others as I was on the far side of the auditorium The virus destroyed the first cleaner by the fire door And the second one as he walked down the steps…

Four Greek Poets watched Three Marlborough Girls Return their trays to the kitchen of the coffee shop Where two of the staff were preparing my first meal of the day

I am in bed with my beautiful wife But neither of us is asleep As we are sharing a coffee Which we hope will wake us up   It is sunny outside and still quite warm But the temperatures are slowly fading In a matter of weeks the cooler winds will arrive Accompanied by the…

I have been unwell recently But I am slowly recovering During my confinement I was met by a torrent of love It was so deep that I almost drowned

I am sitting on a lonely bench at Carnforth station This was where Brief Encounter was filmed some years ago I can still see Alec and Laura in the shadows near the buffet But they cannot see me as I exist elsewhere I am listening to music on my headphones It is relaxing me but…

In a partially flooded field I saw a derelict piano Next to a bonfire not yet consumed It was quite alone and had quietly accepted its inevitable fate The winter mosaics had already attacked its wretched keys And the rains journeyed without passion through its barren church You were once the shelter of a great…

Chi was walking through the silent forest The only sound that she could sense Was that of the dry leaves which drifted beneath her feet Her movement caused a rustling sound which echoed sweetly And then faded without caution into the encroaching night     kasa koso – Japanese – the rustling sound of dry…

A derelict piano stands alone next to a damp bonfire It is ready to die as it no longer contains music This once fine instrument will accept no reprieve And looks forward to the taste of the cleansing flames     This is the original version of my poem When the Music Stops which was…

It had been over ten summers since my beautiful wife Sylvia turned into a fox I may have been a little uxorious at times but we were quite happy Until the evening that she turned into a fox I had been working on my biography of Wolfe Tone and had left her alone for a…