Stuart Miller-Osborne

I died in Peru and was buried in Somerset but my heart lies in Normandy    

Near the Castle Corfu There is a wood Which caters for The Spanish abroad I have rewired their public cemeteries A boy named Genesis Made a whipping wheel On his wedding day He was at the height of his primitive powers I listened to his selected tales Discounted the lies But accepted his twilight dedications […]

As they drank from their upturned saucers The generals wept The battle was lost I carved into the sands Of the country That was no longer mine The poem Ard Ards There was little else to do I was not transported As the others were But ordered to collect flowers From the battlefields As the […]

Was regarded by many As the flower of his age He lies in happy immortality With his virtuous wife And affectionate brother Quite forgotten    

Preston 1922 We all sat in naked In the Tibor Tea Rooms Eating scones and cream Nobody cared as we were artists And this poem was but a dream   Preston 1923 On the last tram As you sleep I search your bag For your mourning energy Sweet Sad Viola   Preston 1924 I caress […]

Jelly and Gerald(ine) sat in front of the camping coach. Jelly had prepared breakfast and was waiting for the tea to brew Gerald(ine) had hung their clothes on the slack washing line. Their costumes were almost dry and the women were planning a further trip to the beach The lime green limpet trees hung heavily […]

Northern Interchange Written on the stairs of High Buildings Northern Interchange always sit do not descend the windows you see are reflective STATION NORTH Written on the stairs of High Buildings STATION NORTH REMAIN SEATED STAY AT THIS CHOSEN LEVEL KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS DO NOT BELIEVE IN REFLECTIONS    

The humble buildings are hidden I shall not enter them as I fear reprisals      

As we travel In the fog I think of you Crossing the Bosphorus With me    

The passions of Polly started at the Dehesa de Campoamor for she was a modernist at heart and loved swimming pools