Stuart Miller-Osborne

At Franks in the High Street I ate some infected mushrooms And swam in my own gravity

From the lips of his dying father he heard the sounds of the thin tide He saw the slink rats drown in the protective waters of the bay I am the curiosity he thought As his mild eyes becalmed by the sleep of the sea secured the unobtainable

sisters do not recline when you hear the lies of the sea nor ride the blind horses in the sham light

The scarlet maple will shade my head as the roving sun lays warm my bed

The hedgerows of the wild fields will protect their young as visitors from afar plead their gifts for only then will the kings display their wealth   Italian…..birthing tray 1987

Mill From the mill I can see The morning mists They shade me From the day   Amber If the seas Turned amber We would Travel for eternity

The Age of Hastings When I pass a gallery I am always Reminded of marzipan Life Class the gallery held a naked viewing the richly costumed subjects watched us with interest Chinese Fading I always see the figurative in your abstract work Crystal Snow She had had her revenge All the roads Have been changed […]

Blind Rondeaus and Viktoria When I awoke the storm had passed A passing pheasant Noted that it had enjoyed its dreams But had forgotten to vote I was travelling to Barmouth in North Wales. I had been promised mountains,sand and sea and a desk made of oak where I might write confident letters to the […]

I have returned the driftwood Into the astonished sea It was an agreed sacrifice Beachcomber The artists have removed The morning light I weep at their betrayal Beachcomber When the sad eyed girl asks you to join her in the wild waves accept the invitation as you will never travel again

In these waters of mediocrity only the young fish will admire their mauveine coats     It was noted that the Union Canal in Greenford was coloured mauve by the dyes from the Perkins factory.