Stuart Miller-Osborne

The sun set behind the cricket pavilion As my magnificent host Toasted the evening with champagne I had little interest in his celebration As I was counting your summer clouds   We swan together in the great lakes of the estate And watched as the shooting stars Fell gracefully from the sky   In a […]

Rotating quiver leaves Fade in the narrow winds Black and white and green in colour    

A girl crawled hidden by a split hedge Towards the brow of the hill Her fine dress had been reduced to rags Nobody was aware of her presence Until she started to untie her phantasy locks    

Edward was writing a book on migrating clowns When a finch landed on his writing desk I have escaped It said But the elephants are still imprisoned During the first hour of my war I bled profusely He wrote And the finch found tears in its eyes as it read these words    

When I was a child we lived in a house with many landings On each of these landings there were many prints of exotic birds I often visited these birds willing them to fly But they never did remaining still in their frames My father was a monumental mason who often gave me offcuts of […]

There was a sense of democracy in the rhubarb village Until the greengages arrived Although solid and hardworking Many found their manners rough The tiny red currants became extremely worried When the greengages were in season And frequently lost their colour This state of affairs obviously could not continue So the other soft fruits hired […]

On the 76th minute of the 76th day 76 people went apple picking As they wished to make cider But the season was unkind So they made tea instead    

The Monk Fish was writing a Gothic Romance But as he lived in the sea The ink ran And nobody was able to read his work His solution was to write his novel On a lonely rock In the middle of the harbour But the unfortunate creature Became dry and dusty And died with chapters […]

From the train I could see the cathedral But as we roared through the station I came to the realisation That I would be unable to purchase a postcard Featuring the wonderful building So I settled for a coffee instead    

Both lived in Teddington and were interested in the tidal patterns of rivers They were both unmarried but had girlfriends called Kim and Kim Blenkinsop worked in Hammersmith and Worsall in Holland Park They often met for lunch and always shared their journey home On Saturday’s they could be found on the river banks witnessing […]