Stuart Miller-Osborne

Oh men of discipline Defend thee thy city walls From all invaders And let the widows Of the past Look upon the likenesses Of their sons     A short poem by a George Dymock (1810-1846) found amongst his papers

The new moon Hung low over the stubble fields But was not not(ed)iced By the busy mice As they prepared for the(ir) Pilgrimage(s)        

One million diamonds circulate Around a Halo Moon They can be seen But not touched Which is a pity    

Early Lines I will go to the hills again The hills where I will surely die   Written by a nine year old child on a train window as he was passing the Westbury White Horse in December 1963    

You smile in reflection Amused by the purple trees Which you cannot see As our mirrors are stained      

As a filmmaker I always shoot railway stations twice with the exception of Bath Spa which I film three times starting in the east and finishing in the west

Park & Cliff Notices Never drink In Henrietta Park After dark   From the Beechen Cliff You can see Victoria Park But not after dark   Coffee Shop Histories From Widcombe To The Circus From Walcot To the bridge All histories are to be found in coffee shops Nowhere less, Nowhere less   Bookshop Whilst […]

As I pass Where you once lay I see you bewildered And covered in rust A little oil And a great deal of dust     When a boy the writer and poet Alfred Williams lay between the rails of a nearby railway and let a goods train pass over him.  

The passion I have for my beloved I am urged to share A feast not just for their ears, but their eyes. He coverts me greatly And requests I share my nakedness With the common. Hide thee in the bedchamber And you shall spy Thy queen unclothed. I know his ploy But I will play […]

I listened to the bands On Calais Sands On Calais Sands I listened to the bands ce n’est pas un poeme On Dover Beach I would like to teach I would like to teach On Dover Beach