Stuart Miller-Osborne

From where I stand I can see the decaying angel Strong in the sea Under the sheltering cliff My Johnny lies fallow In her milk-chalk reflection All paths lead to her beacon I sound the clouds And they reply With their normal gun-gash ferocity These are my thoughts of renewal    

Let the tears of the seven daughters cleanse the night buildings with the lavender light of the humble skies The silks of the rare birds will glisten as they gather for love    

We are sitting on a hot beach I am wearing a white cotton shirt And khaki cotton shorts You are wearing a pastel kaftan Over your blue swim suit We will not swim today As the sea is cold It has not engaged the season You are reading Country Life When I ask you why […]

join me at the door my beggar friend and we shall gather alms for our journey    

When in the empty church I studied its past restoration Now serenely bathed in an orange light I touched the much travelled rood screen As I settled towards my humble prayers    

Above your breakfast table there is a poster which reads MAI 68 DEBUT D’UNE LUTTE PROLONGEE   you like it only for its graphics white on red in your loo there is a poster of Gavrilo Princip only he is allowed to watch you shit   You have lines from Gibran tattooed on your shoulder […]

The sunlight streamed on to the empty pews and illuminated the mixed wood I sat as I always did in the shadows near the Lady Chapel You were sitting in the pink desert looking at the snow-capped mountains which lay trapped in the middle distance of your view With happiness in your voice you told […]

A farmer’s wife should always greet guests in the nude as this creates harmony There are four types of Maze. Always grow the fifth Teach all your livestock about the probability of famine Your cottage should be effortless in its beauty You should not be able to see Iceland from your highest tree Combine Harvesters […]

A Break of Mermaids a break of mermaids posed for a Victorian artist they had been paid well and had been entered into a draw the first prize being a trip to the pyramids   Exit Snow said the directions but he stayed on stage and sang in a falsetto manner to an appreciative audience […]

Nothing betrays history as much as lies I will not open your book I will not correspond please do not write to me Do not arrange my travel as I will never arrive Denial is as raw as the act itself I will always see the dourness of your jewels A guilty man will always […]