Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am sitting in front of The Zetland Arms listening to a Leonard Cohen song Dance Me to the End of Love rolls gently across the beach and dies quietly in the breeze You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking…

She stood naked on the brow of the hill Admired but untouched by those who passed her I watched her through my large sheet window Hello my name is Ralph Storm I am a retired merchant of Caribbean descent Near my kate gate was bringing the poor girl refreshment For the city was hot that…

July 5th Today finds the author on a field trip in deepest Wiltshire he and his colleagues are awaiting for their equipment which has yet to arrive Whilst others pass the time writing letters to their loved ones or enjoying the comforts of a very hot day the author is reading through his book of…

You are now cushioned by waves of honey coloured wheat From my vantage I can see the doomed swimmers  

During the recent spell of very hot weather I found myself walking in the Wiltshire countryside It was almost musical The hot winds were dancing with the golden wheatfields But the distant trees remained still That was one of the many mysteries I faced that day However I was required elsewhere I am always required…

Sammi Coconut and Precious Glass were swimming naked in the lake where a King once drowned As they swam they could see two cops standing above their abandoned clothes taking notes Do you think that we are in trouble for swimming without clothes? I doubt it they are probably waiting for us to come ashore…

Anniversary My father was born on June the 30th 1926 Today is June the 30th 2017 My wife received a compliment about her complexion today Exactly ninety-one years after the birth of my father   Anniversary My father was born exactly ninety-one years ago today His heritage was partially Jewish In his lifetime he never…

Your skin is flawless A girl in the church told me this as she was serving me tea I was told I was beautiful By a complete stranger who held my hand In the fields the surround this rural town The golden wheat is being harvested As I watch the dusts skip in the mellow…

Dear Stuart Thank you for your sensitive treatment of my love poem and your considered description of the circumstances of its discovery As you may have guessed Nina and I are conducting a clandestine affair which cannot be made public due to religious and cultural differences Thank you again for your discretion   Regards Pauline…

Nina Nina Pewter Ballerina How does your dancing go? With tutu frills and daffodils And pretty maids all in a row   This mysterious Sapphic poem was found hidden near a chair in the café at Dover Railway Station in June 2017 The author copied the content and replaced the poem When he revisited the…