Stuart Miller-Osborne

On an island many miles away A volcano was erupting People had been evacuated But this had not been enough And many died They were suffocated by the very lemon dust That had coloured your cotton shirt You were relaxing by our swimming pool I knew that you were dreaming Of sailing a fine yacht…

A grey dust now covered the small swimming hole Where we had spent some of our happiest years The dust had clogged the undergrowth which looked heavy and tired And floated aimlessly on the surface of the pool filtering its dull reflection I had known for some time that this part of my life was…

My wife and I were crossing the blue railway bridge near our home We had crossed this railway bridge many times before And as always were discussing the configuration of the signals nearby But this crossing was different as we were stopped By two beautiful policemen in a bright yellow squad car They enquired why…

Many years ago when we were camping by the sea My cousin Susan showed me her bare arse as she was leaving the tent To this day I do not know why she did so Although the blackberry trees were in bloom at the time   I am stretched on a deserted beach My cousins…

I was given a small pop up tent for my birthday It was illuminated by a single hanging lamp When you no longer see the leaping deer It is a clear sign that winter is near The high path no longer shows us the way And natures perfumes have begun their decay  

I was minding my own business When a wasp attacked me for no reason I was wounded but survived the burning sting   A week later when I had fully recovered I attacked their hideout with a number of hired guns The shootout was short and many of the wasps were killed   Only one…

I dreamt that I was on a bus pissing on my seat My fellow passengers were horrified And a woman called me a madman But the bus driver was sympathetic And said that everybody dreams   I was chasing a chicken around an empty swimming pool But could not catch it without a net A…

Leonora Gaze When Leonora looks through the skylight She expects to see the sky But that is not the case As she only sees the reflection Of her central bed   Leonora Waits for a Bus  Leonora is waiting for a bus It is raining hard And she is getting wet As there is no…

Isabelle please forgive me As I have not thought about you For many months   Others have replaced you In my fictions Which says a lot about me   You were mentioned in a journal Some days ago And I felt my white guilt return        

Natter’s lighthouse is now automated And the mermaids crofts are long gone Natter is buried in the light yard Nattershone Nattershone Nattershone