Stuart Miller-Osborne

Marcia Marseille et moi Marcia and I were sitting on the sofa at the end of the world watching Olympique Marseille play Guingamp The score was 2-1 Marseille had opened the scoring after eight minutes but Guingamp had equalised from the spot after thirty-four But Marseille had taken the lead again four minutes later from […]

Yesterday you were covered in frost Today you are green again You are such a chameleon Playing with my emotions  

On her birthday November Patient was taken to Marlborough and asked to choose a book from the many shelves in front of her After an hour she decided that an 1862 edition of Voltaire’s work would make a suitable gift It has previously been owned by a Richard Matthey Who had annotated the book with […]

Just stay in my parlour With milk and bread And decorate your eider With delicate thread Then Danse Danse Danse Danse Danse Danse Hear the rhythm and feel the beat Dance with me with your painted feet   Just stay in my cottage Under the shady trees And watch the sad world On its knees […]

Do not come to the town Miss Henderson Sow For the streets are not safe for gentlefolk now We are all to blame in deed and thought Although the current malaise is nobody’s fault   This poem was found by the author when visiting Gravesend in Kent on the 1st of January 1976 It is […]

Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire Reading ghost stories A traditional occupation for New Year’s Eve Ellen and Margaret fearfully Sought comfort in each other’s eye Short be my speech Nor time affords Nor my plain temper Glowing words The words were glowing and were floating around the large room Disappearing and […]

Gulls are known to travel many miles inland To play chess and other board games They were seen at the recent society wedding Of Lucy Pargetter to Robbie Rob Ellis Held in a small church near Stonehouse in Gloucestershire Which had been much changed by its 1854 restoration Financed in full by Lucy’s Great Great […]

I was wearing a turquoise bracelet As I passed through the poetry field Only the Canadian Geese noticed my decoration  

Exquisite light Do not surrender These soft churches For they have a past Not yet recorded By your historians  

The hummingbird hovered high But its movement occasioned no life For the seasons of adoration Now lay blind in the low fields