Stuart Miller-Osborne

Naked I stood naked On the diving board Six metres above the pool In my anxiety I had forgotten my trunks   Thirty-four people Were laughing at me One was solemn A priest Who explained That we are naked in God’s eyes    Judith and Martha Visit the Municipal Pool   After watching movies All…

If a poet finds a small slab of marble outside of a country inn it is likely that he will carve his muse before the wain of the next moon    

The light that occurs under piers disturbs me as I find the wasted shot of battleships rusting beneath my feet    

Nicol – Pavratelli looked out of the window that faced the bay. His model sat lazily in the soft chair almost asleep The artist had not worked for almost an hour He just stared at the vivid waters of the bay totally ignoring the village girl. Her outline filled the canvas but it was not…

The red dress that Nora was wearing as she walked towards the Church was blue but as the young lady was colour blind she considered it red only God knew the truth   J K Liddington lived in semi-obscurity he liked to stroke the leather surfaces of the moon as he dreamt of growing Ginger…

James Joyce Priestland counted the lorries as they passed his house but always hid when the blue ones passed   his mother would inform him when the road was clear and James would resume his previous occupation   Caversham Swans I met Molly on Caversham Bridge counting the Snow Swans as they drifted downstream singing…

I died in Peru and was buried in Somerset but my heart lies in Normandy    

Near the Castle Corfu There is a wood Which caters for The Spanish abroad I have rewired their public cemeteries A boy named Genesis Made a whipping wheel On his wedding day He was at the height of his primitive powers I listened to his selected tales Discounted the lies But accepted his twilight dedications…

As they drank from their upturned saucers The generals wept The battle was lost I carved into the sands Of the country That was no longer mine The poem Ard Ards There was little else to do I was not transported As the others were But ordered to collect flowers From the battlefields As the…

Was regarded by many As the flower of his age He lies in happy immortality With his virtuous wife And affectionate brother Quite forgotten