Stuart Miller-Osborne

The flame trees at the end of my garden never move Even in the strongest of winds I often watch them from bedroom window As I count my orange feathers   I am alone in this house I have been so for many years My sister feeds and clothes me Without her I would be…

She sat on the deck of the Esmeraldas playing chess with the cabin boy But lost every game He knew of her heart of glass And read her every move His name was Sante Geronimo Caserio   The week before we had been in Italy Visiting the quarries at Carrara As I was a sculptor…

Thank you for speaking to me at lunchtime from that lovely town I am still feverish but on the mend Thank you for sharing the sounds of the street saxophonist with me For a short while I dreamt of Sonny Criss and Charlie Parker And the unknown saxophonist who played so hauntingly next to the…

The outriders are beginning to gather in the grey evening sky God bless these outriders A futile moth flits simply between the darkening flowers God bless this futile moth The trees are wandering now within the traffic of a cooling breeze God bless these trees I am feverish and am sitting on a low bench…

I can sense your conspiracy Hidden the deep luxury of my field Hark Be silent The emperor now approaches Ita feri ut se mori sentiat  

She ran through the long halls now occupied by her quiet history A strange character with an exquisite sensibility watched her every move She was not loved it was a lost illusion many years spent Her gentle soul was constantly changing between light and shade with the latter taking hold for long periods of time…

I am sending you a postcard which shows nine doors of various designs that can be found in the small town of Sandwich in Kent One of the doors is the entrance to the house of the Widow Roberts Does she still live at number sixty-two? She has never lived at number sixty-two Then advise…

I was walking with the Queen and one of her dogs on the southern downs After about an hour we passed a Spanish woman in a white cotton dress She had a deep purple sash hanging from one of her slender shoulders Our visit seemed to surprise her and she wept for a while The…

August is the assassin’s month and as soon as the month arrived I began planning my next task A year had passed since my last assassination and I knew that the authorities were expecting me The large houses on the main street provided me with ample cover as I prepared my rifle   I am…

On clay hoof the easy paced horses made their way through the muddy fields July had surprised everybody by being wetter than expected The warmer weather had lingered for a while in the southern counties But was soon cloaked by the grey clouds that arrived on the west wind   Aurora the goddess of the…