Stuart Miller-Osborne

Betty Russell was sitting on her mother’s lawn She had adored the lower lawn since childhood The large expanse of soft grass had once been pristine But now it was now covered by moss Much to Betty’s delight Quite frequently when the air was dark Betty would roll naked on the lawn To enjoy the…

Fresh from the warm linen We stood on our doorstep Watching the red eclipse The chilled autumn air Comforted the sleeping town And the orange mists Hung low As not to inhibit the spectacular    

The sloping garden was fringed with honeysuckle with flowers of all colours resting in their shady beds I can see France Laura was standing on the low stone bench You know it is always there to be seen this late in the summer Roger was collecting fairies from the grass knoll steps His sister gave…

During her last outing Eveline Maude watched as a herd of goats progressed towards her along the gleaming chalk path Suddenly and without warning three of the goats stood up on their hind legs and began to touch the low light clouds Eveline smiled and asked her father why they should do such a thing…

The sunburst was completely silver but to the devoted it was constructed of gold A spider spun an artificial web Of all insects spiders are the most progressive A frog scuttled across the wide wet path It was unaware of the scorching sky And knew that the low plants would offer it sanctuary from predators…

Forty years ago whilst cycling in the northern counties I noticed a fly sunning itself on the lid of my juice bottle I took a photograph of the tiny creature Yesterday I saw another fly hiding in a dog-rose I took a photograph of the tiny creature And wondered if it was distantly related to…

Heidemarie Al Richter was walking the streets of London Seemingly lost She was an Hungarian national and was unaware of the geography of the large city Everything seemed so mysterious So she turned to the paving stones for help But received no guidance Although she did notice near to the drains two poems almost obscured…

Lolita stood by the entrance to the red cave Whilst Robert walked along the narrow grey path Towards her They had been married for fifteen years And both kept owls    

He kissed her roughly This was his last day In the coal mines Before they went to Amerika Under his arm There was a large silver jug He did not know Why he was carrying it   Taken from The Miner by Walter Richard Sickert    

When I was younger I watched a movie called Fuck Off Images of Finland It warned me that the presence of silk In the immune system Was hazardous to one’s health I have loved the Scandinavian country ever since