Stuart Miller-Osborne

in gleaming harmony   of its new journey   and spread the seeds     of a warm mother It returned to the womb           It was reported that a meteorite landed in the sea off of Whitstable in the final weeks of October 2011  

Down Drown Down Bed of Gown Let us be rid of this useless town You write this on your exercise book (next to your name) and pass it to me in secret under the desk. Jonty Giles notices and writes another verse (which he sells to me). Maroon in colour, unkempt, I leaf through the […]

Castaway on a lonely raft far from a lost land he sensed the communion of seasons and imagined the cells of angels hidden behind the comet sun as he had seen their reflections in the fine feathered sea     1981 

The trees had lied I knew of their fictions The cheerful plains Course in their whispers Had told me so

In a shaft of light the dust fairies hover and I am illuminated once more through these coloured windows   Her fine fabric air now flirts playfully as she hints at the perfume of her hidden form     2000

The sunlight shone through the upper deck Of the morning bus And illuminated The river from within

I live by the great sun occasionally surfacing to observe the triple martyrs as they bathe their wounds in the springs of their sleep   White are the passing carriages that house the famine poor on their journeys of melt   By arrangement I will meet them as they sup at the pole tables I […]

I found her weeping Near the Inn of the Marshes Amongst the miserable springtime flowers Code Name I invited her to share a meal Menu Above the wetlands With its ditches dug deep The Rice Butterflies Sing on the spring-wing-king Of the seasons ring My lady was ambushed All stars are black But none as […]

In the lost walks of the meadow he hid under the future trees and the cedars of the dead The pink blossoms of the warm sky have enjoyed his gentle alms and I will find the once window of his stoop   2001  

Your feather fingers turn the plain pages as the sewn boats travel on inland seas and the wounds unoccupied will bleed again