Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the shadows lie the conspirators hidden from the fields of bliss by the dampness of her veil under plain pink skies   1977    

Harry saw his reflection in my dish I liked his reasoning    

stares at her raven reflection as the charged geese inspect her eyes   after the painting by Val Prinsep    

Your course air and lingering breath does not retire as the ninth day processions make patterns in the dust winds   Your distraught nymphs will comb their liberal hair and kiss the dry lips of the sand sea     A dry African wind which blows towards Southern Italy   1977

mau tera When an unclad hand Draws the light The sudden night arrives And the tides Will isolate The procession of the days   tupapus The stars in the darkness Will protect your homes As the visitors from high Tread the isthmus to your dreams Do not be the one Whose radiance is dimmed  …

I am of good health and will write an account of my death when the time comes Be not false in thy reporting     In 1768, The Annual Register in jest announced that Fleetwood Sheppard was still alive and 120 years old. Prior to hid death in 1698 his demise was reported erroneously on…

What false sanctuaries Do you keep On that smitten rock You shall not prosper In your deceit.   I felt the texture Of the waves But did not fear For the gods shown will Did not claim me.   Who doth hear Your idle boasts But the dead of the sea The rock will shatter…

Long gone your fleeting visit to the windows of our world and now we take the quiet air of your archaeology   1983    

The run rivers will promise their flow aware that only the sun will nourish the flame trees these being the nights of famine    

When I sleep in the fields of great estates mosaics will be created by visiting friends who will arrive in the avenues which are shedding the leaves that will cover me