Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the distance an oval bird Whistled in the damp darkness But I did not wake As I knew the night to be shapeless  

I had arranged to meet Lux Amour On the bench next to the electronic poetry wall Between the two railway stations   As soon as she arrived I read my poem aloud Into the red ribbed speaker   I would like to stay With Amal K During May Said Ray   Who is Amal K? […]

My friend and I shared a simple breakfast Of mulled mincemeat moss and wine I complimented her on her orange gown And added that I would feel honoured If she invited me to board One of her blue sailing ships  

When I returned from the fields I found Lux Amour Crouching naked In the corner of the room She was attempting to find the seven silver spiders And was being watched by her mother and two brothers I did not pause to speak as I passed her  

Hope sat by the open window Reading a book She was wearing a flowing orange gown With blue sailing ships Neatly spaced at intervals A chill breeze swept through the small room But Hope did not close the window Instead she watched the moon As it moved rapidly In and out of the string clouds […]

caught the next train to manchester as she was late for a citizens meeting  

and I discussed why the two railway stations were so close to each other we could not agree and so ended our association  

Visited a bookshop Not far from The white railway station She purchased a book Which she left on The brown wooden bench It was called The Sun is Dead  

The angry clouds Hid the green mansions On Spill Pill Hill This caused confusion To many of the residents Of the mossy valley Who loved their neighbours Without qualification  

Miss Pettiffer the Lower Knew more than Miss Pettiffer the Higher She could tell onyx from jesse And gold from spite Once a month She would meet a Mr Turner And they would spend hours Discussing the Margate light Miss Pettiffer the Higher Was of the opinion That Aberystwyth Was the shiniest town in Wales […]